I discover that the men are all on tinder in the suburbs. One looks me up.
“You write a blog on healing?”
“Lol” I say. But there is nothing lol about it.
I go to get my hair done. My girl is talking about castor oil. Castor oil so the shit doesn’t stick inside of you. She quickly moves on to tumeric. “Just a pinch,” she says, “anything more than a pinch is not medicinal.”
My hair bounces a little as I walk to the parking lot. The first thing I do, with my new glam-bot hair, is inhale a chicken quesadilla without the chicken in my car. The second thing I do, is drive to Petco to get supplies for the new, “foster to adopt” dachshund, we’re getting on Monday.
Ava wants to know why my hair is all of a sudden curly. We eat dinner. Ava wants to know if she can have curly hair too.
A boy I met orders my book, “Pandemic Mom.” I tell him, “that’s my starter book.”
I finish “Trying,” by Chloe Caldwell. I love the line about, “learning forward and running down the hill.”
I move my six week old chick…
