Just as the last light disappears into the horizon, and the rest of the city of Seattle is preparing to make dinner, I am waking up. I work at a hospital. I am a nurse. I chose this shift because my urges at this time of day are absolutely calm and in a normal state
I leave my apartment in enough time to make up for the detours. I drive ten miles out of my way to avoid the Loving Hands Child Care Center on Abbott and the drive four miles south so I don’t catch a glimpse of the Bright Horizons Children’s Day Centers sign on West Hyde and Third. Then I drive five miles in the wrong direction to put me out of sight of the Sugar n’ Spice Childcare center on Spruce and First. Finally, and this is the hardest: I drive south on Yesler Avenue, sitting in traffic, risking being
Preemies are my weakness.