Three days in one week she was inside her daughter's school: a zoo trip, a recess she covered at no notice when another parent had to take a sick child home, and a morning in the classroom workroom that ran on into lunch. Heather Stock wrote it up as a list of things she loved, and the look on her daughter's face when she appeared unannounced is the detail she keeps.
That is what the Sunday posts do, and they are the reason to be here. She is not describing an achievement. She is describing what being available actually looks like on a Wednesday afternoon.
Elsewhere she treats gratitude as a practice rather than a mood, considers what makes somebody worth being around, and passes on a study finding that tasting beer raises dopamine before the alcohol does anything at all.
Nine posts, warm and unhurried. Read the Sunday editions if you are trying to work out what all of this is meant to be for.