On moon joy.

Before this week’s Enthusiasms, a note:

This morning, ICE abducted one of my neighbors from outside their home, leaving their wife behind—a horror and a tragedy, and one of many ongoing across the US (and beyond). It happened so quickly that, even before I could get there, the only thing left was their car, the windows of which were broken in.

Honestly having a hard time processing it, but grateful to the work of LUCE Massachusetts and the many, many regular people standing up to protect their communities from fascist violence.

Sending love and solidarity to all—be safe out there.

<3 J

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When my son sees something he likes—the bus, a dog, an airplane, me—he points and yells with delight. It’s easy to mistake his shrieking for alarm if you’re not looking right at him, his big apple cheeks and million-watt grin.

When I was putting him in his pajamas the other night, I noticed some rabbits out in the yard. Do you see them, buddy? I asked and at first he didn’t, not until one hopped, its little cotton tail catching the fading light.

One thing I didn’t really account for, before I became a parent, is this: How do you describe to someone things they’re seeing–often for the first time—so they understand?

My son doesn’t have words for many things yet, but one of the things he can ask for is sing.

A song? I asked and he nodded. The bunny song? and he nodded again. So I sang.

As the rabbits went out of sight he waved to them bye-bye. Now, he’ll look out the window for them because I told him they might be back again.

He’ll clap for them when he sees them. Joy.

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