explains who we are and what we do, and delivers behind-the-scenes insights into how our journalism comes together. At some point in the past nine months, I heard a teacher on Zoom say the name of one of my teenage twin boys during class attendance, but I did not hear my son respond. As I walked past him, I suggested that he should let the teacher know he was there. “Mom!” my son said, perhaps a little more loudly than a mother would like. “I know how to do attendance!” I can’t exactly recall — the mind has a way of forgetting — but he might have also suggested that I exit the room. Immediately. I do know there was a moment of silence, and then the sound of his teacher’s voice. “Hello, Mrs. Burdick,” he said (using my son’s last name). “How are you? Thanks for joining us today.”