I thought the hard part was over


This Week Month

Somehow another month has passed since my last email. Perhaps that is just going to be my cadence for the foreseeable future.

I met with my faculty advisers last week and when they asked how things were going, I blurted out a truth that I've kind of been burying: I thought the hard part was over, and it's not.

This move is the third or fourth consecutive major life transition I'll have in ONE CALENDAR YEAR, and it will also be the biggest change of my child's life thus far. Which means I have to land on my feet in Cincinnati with enough energy to support him, alone. And that means for now an energetic mini winter, a time to drop the leaves to minimize water loss and funnel my energy into staying rooted, a time to receive rather than give, a time not to tend new fragile shoots but to accept shelter and sustenance from the grown relational trees in my life.

I miss my writing projects and cycling training. I miss giving more. But no winter lasts forever, and I look forward to blooming in my new home.

RFS (Request for Suggestions)

ANYONE WANT TO BUY AN EXERCISE BIKE FROM ME PLEASE

What I'm Reading

Let's be friends on Storygraph, the non-Amazon version of Goodreads that comes WITH CHARTS ABOUT BOOKS!

I DNF'ed White Ivy but finally read the copy of Lessons in Chemistry by Bonnie Garmus that I've been hoarding from the little free library for maybe a whole year. I'd been putting it off because several of the blurbs said "darkly comic" and I did not need dark anything, but I found it very enjoyable and easily readable. CW: sexual assault, sexism, accidental death

I am now working my way through Siddhartha Mukherjee's The Emperor of All Maladies which is a gigantic book about cancer because I can only be me and I'm hoping it will provide some background knowledge for my cancer genomics class in the spring.

Acknowledgements

I'm drafting the acknowledgements section of my book little by little every week.

Thank you friend Knic for knowing exactly when to be a soft weighted blanket and when to be a resistance band for my emotions and thoughts. Thank you friend Kevin for well-timed wisdom.

Jennifer Duann

Parent, grad student, writer. I write stories about Asian American women, their parents, and their children.

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