In honor of National One-Hit Wonder Day, I am offering a up a series of my own wonderings…

I wonder if Banza Pasta, which boasts a fraction of the carbs and calories against its original counterpart, would pass in tonight’s spaghetti dinner. (It’s hard for me imagine Neve’s sensitive 8 year-old pallet would find it palatable at all.)

I wonder how long it will take for the impeachment inquiry against Trump to yield an outcome, and I wonder what shape the results will take. I wonder what unintended consequences will reveal themselves in time, and I wonder what impact it will have on the 2020 election, American democracy, and politics generally.

I wonder how long the period syncing myth will remain viable. (I heard moms talking about it and joined in myself at a camp out over the summer – I appreciate the magic of the want.)

I wonder which of these fig recipes I will try first.

I wonder how much the silver dollar-sized hole carved from the soft folds of tissue residing primarily in the occipital lobe on the right side of my brain impacts my neurological functioning. I wonder to what extent such brain trauma endured at the age of 13 has inhibited (or possibly furthered) my emotional, psychological, intellectual, and social development. I wonder how much that interference stunted the possibility of my reaching “full potential.” Some days, I wonder if I am a 39 year-old woman walking around driven by the capabilities and sensibilities of a 13 year-old brain. I thank hard those who love me for it anyway – especially Cary and Neve who have to deal with what might feel like adolescent drama, indecision, and unpredictability every fucking day!  (I have heard countless stories of critical brain injury patients essentially “freezing in time” at the infliction of their trauma. What’s to suggest I am any different? I wonder. )

I wonder if we split the world into two categories of people: money motivated and mission motivated. How would that break-down look? Who would be standing on each side of the line? Who would surprised you most?

I wonder if Ruth Bader Ginsburg got her wish of a United State Supreme Court stacked exclusively with women for a period to equal the duration in which only men sat on the high bench, how different could our jurisprudence look? I wonder and would love to see it come to fruition.