indelible in the hippocampus
I wrote this on the evening of the senate judiciary hearing: I'm listening to the boys downstairs, watching a movie with Kim and Zoe, relaxing after a day of first grade. Which you know was arduous in its own way, despite our tendency to think of our children's lives as simpler, or easier than the lives we live. Asher and a neighbor girl, who is also a gorgeous, healthy six year old, are in the same classroom. Asher brought home a book on dogs from the library today--he told me the neighbor girl showed him where the pets section was in the stacks. Just that--that sweet interaction, layered with no extra meaning--she knew more about the layout of the library than him and she showed him. Today, with the radio and the television tuned to the Supreme Court hearings, the relative innocence of six year olds could break your heart. For me, the testimony about the laughter resonated deepest, deeper even than the testimony about the second door. "Indelible in the hippocampus is