Tomorrow, somehow, will be July. I realized last week that I was counting down the days. I'm not certain how to manage July in a pandemic. July is always a pressure-cooker month, thick with memories and unpredictable. July is always a risk. A dare. A birthday—a deadline.
And now, July is nearly here.
For the last two summers, I've been able to carve out time in July to get away from daily life, climb out of my inbox, and be a writer. This year, I can't travel. But I can still take the dare; I can write. Amid the chaos of the world, alongside parenting and work, I can write.
I'll be putting the Rumpus newsletter on a six-week summer hiatus. I'll return to your inbox on Tuesday, August 18th with new stories to share. Till then, I wish you all a safe and healthy summer; I hope you can find pockets of joy and peace without turning away from the difficult truths being discussed as our country weathers COVID-19 and prepares for November.
Love,
Marisa
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