There Will Be No Letter Grades

When you are slogging through adult life, when in a single day, you have cleaned the poop of your mom and the poop of the dog, when you wake up and get the kids out the door and want to go back to bed for the rest of the morning and somehow don't...there is no one to give you credit. There is no applause, no gold star, rarely even a thank you. Because you are doing nothing more heroic than being an adult woman of relative means and good circumstance, with a great life and kids and partner, who happens to be facing the same generational pulls as any other upper middle class white lady.

And yet, it is a lovely thing to be acknowledged by your sweet friend. To be seen.