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When I drop Carter, age 8, off at school, we enjoy a ritual of words and kisses. “Work hard!” I say, and he gives me a hug and one kiss. “Learn lots!” I say, and he gives me a hug and two kisses. “Have fun!” I say, and he gives me a hug and . . . → Read More: Surrender All Oh, hello, world. I guess you’re all still here. I’ve been hiding in my house, decluttering and nesting and repairing various appliances and vehicles. What the hell is up with that, anyway? It’s like everything mechanical is conspiring against us. I think the refrigerator is the ring leader: Hey, hold it together! Don’t break; . . . → Read More: Where To Go from Here I was doing pretty good. No, really. I was. Not great; after a many-months long depression, I wouldn’t expect to bounce back to some kind of happy-chirpy version of myself. No only would that be unrealistic, but everyone who knows me would be bug-eyed with confusion and amazement, so that sounds a little freaky. . . . → Read More: Grief Is an Emotional Tsunami and Integrity Sucks but Being Syndicated at BlogHer Is Pretty Cool so I’m Calling Today a Wash  |
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