Missing

I’ve been in Texas for a few days now and I’m off to do a reading of She Looks Just Like You tonight at BookWoman, Austin’s independent feminist bookstore.  And I’m missing the kid.  Her school, in a fit of brilliance, sends out a daily e-mail summarizing what the first-graders have been doing, along with some pictures of the little tykes collecting bugs on the playground or making geometrical shapes out of paper in order to count the faces (flat sides) and corners (you got it).  Normally, these messages are a great way to stay in touch with what she’s up to, since she comes home and regularly reports that they did “nothing” in school.  But when I’m away, I hang on them, waiting to see her face today, today.