Ant Farm
Here’s an excerpt:
Week One
I didn’t plan to be an ant farmer in the middle of a global pandemic.
In early March 2020, my children begged me for a pet.
Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t have considered their request; our lives were too busy. But the arrival of the COVID-19 virus, and the departure of regular school, work, or sleep schedules impaired my better judgement. My children sensed my vulnerability.
“What kid of pet?” I asked.
Read the full story in Her Stry.
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