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Yesterday, I popped over to our neighborhood high school to finish the registration process for Sam. As I parked, I realized how different it felt to do it for the third time. When I registered Aidan, I literally felt nauseated as I walked to the building, noting boys with beards and F-bombs flying. How would […]
There comes a time every spring when I count down the remaining number of school days. Last night, I determined we have 38 days left. 38 mornings to rouse people, 38 drives there in the morning. 38 drives home. 38 drives there in the afternoon. 38 drives home. It doesn’t seem so bad until I […]
Upon learning the news of your demise in a morning email from the school, my thoughts turned to the cold ground beef stroganoff my son carried in his insulated lunch bag in a reusable container. If I’m honest, I felt worse for the stroganoff than for you, dead microwave, but above all I felt badly […]
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