••• XIII ••• Preface It should have been a perfect day however, it wasn’t. It was summer 2020, the worst summer ever—aka, coronavirus disease 2019 (COVID-19) summer. My friend Stephanie and I had been planning for it for a month. The July sun was shining and our kids were splashing happily in the lake. We’d hiked down with a full bag of granola bars and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for the littles, packing canned wine, salami, and fancy cheese for the 2 of us. We finally had a break to do something fun. We were warm and sandy and… stressed. And although we were making the best of it—on this particular outing we were sitting 6 feet apart with sep- arate, sanitized packages of food and a whole lot of yelling, “Keep a distance! Remember, give space!” to our children— we both felt like we were barely making it in most ways. Front and center on both of our minds was the looming school year ahead. What were we going to do? How was this going to work? Stephanie had been a staff physical therapist for a local company for the past 10 years, trying hard to prove herself professionally while honoring the needs of her 3 girls and herself. Steadily, slowly, she built a specialty in women’s pelvic floor physical therapy to differentiate herself amongst her colleagues, hoping to earn a director role, but now that seemed like the least of her worries. Suddenly, it was like life—especially work life—was completely in limbo, like some in-between, never-ending twilight zone. The school options were overwhelming, though she and I both knew we were lucky to even have options. Distance learning, pods, outdoor school, in-person classes…suddenly, choices we never thought we’d consider (and knew we couldn’t afford) were in the running, though none of them seemed ideal. And even though we were trying to plan in concrete terms, we didn’t have enough specific information
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