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The Squalor of Lego

I thought we would have more scavenger hunts and make dinner with ingredients that rhyme, that my kids would look back one day on their painted memories of this pandemic and tell their friends my mom was so quirky. In fact, it’s been a racket of plastic, most days spent without pants in the squalor of Lego while I try to get work done in moments as thin as floss. Yet if I let them, they are my teachers, showing me how to smash the skeletons of all my make-believe worlds.

By Samantha Reynolds


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