“Best, Worst, Weirdest”

"Best, Worst, Weirdest" ritual

I am stretched out on a couch in Richmond, Virginia, PCR-tested and fresh off an evening flight from JFK. Only a few hours ago, I was at work in Brooklyn, in a room swarming with seventh graders, not quite believing that for the first time since the pandemic started I was going to be congregating with my people. Now I am here. We are here, all together. I have to be touching as many of my friends as possible. My hands cradle Lauren’s and my feet rest on Madeline’s lap as Shannon and Carol Ann both catch us up on […]

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