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Asian pear, strawberry, and peanut butter sandwich and self-care
Asian pear, strawberry, and peanut butter sandwich and self-care

I've been thinking about how, in the face of some intense challenges these past five years WHAM WHAM WHAM, I have managed to keep my wits about me.

Is it because I'm a superior human being? Is it because I have anything recognizable as a good habit? Is it because I take a five-minute walk every half hour to stave off death, the latest fear fad suggested by "research"? (Do I keep my wits about me?)

None of the above!

So, I've been thinking about why and how I'm still in relatively good shape mentally and physically (blood pressure: 116/77!) – in addition to all the privileges that come with my race, socioeconomic status, access to education, etcetera etcetera, which are, let’s be real, the leading factors.

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5 years, Most PopularJenny PritchettAsian pear, Strawberry jam, Peanut butter, Sandwich, Self-car Comments
Cherry pie and WTF mental health
Cherry pie and WTF mental health

Never in my life have I actually prioritized my mental health. And I've been prioritizing it for four months now. As it turns out, watching a lot of TV and not doing shit is what prioritizing my mental health looks like. Importantly, I finally — finally — decided to put my kid in his own bed YES I KNOW HE'S ALMOST FIVE I WASN'T READY HE'S SO FUCKING CUTE WHEN HE GIGGLES IN HIS SLEEP. I stopped cooking, and I walk as much as possible in the mornings at Heron's Head Park. I keep my head down at work (mostly), and I don't start fights (mostly).

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4 years, Most PopularJenny PritchettCherries, Cherry pie, Pies Comments
Ratatouille and sometimes you have to fight
Ratatouille and sometimes you have to fight

It's New Year's Day in San Francisco. The parrots are back, squawking in the Canary Island date palms across the street. It's completely clear again, so from the top of our block we can see the Bay Bridge, Oakland, Alameda, and Mount Diablo in the distance. Yesterday the four of us chased the waves at Crissy Field, let the ocean air cleanse us of 2020.

I'm not going to say it was a shit year. I don't need to. But also, I can't say it. My son was two years old when this started, and now he's three. Since the beginning of his life—since I was in labor with him, when SJ was driving us to the Redwood City Kaiser at 11 p.m., when I had five contractions in the passenger seat of my car as he received text message after text message from an abusive person intent on trying to ruin the birth of his second child—external forces have been trying to wrest my attention from my son.

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3 years, Most PopularJenny PritchettRatatouille, Fighting, Pandemic Comments