Gotta make this quick as I’ll be with my children momentarily—got up at 7:30am and wrote twelve pages for the day. Ones that in the end, had me all gone in tears, and thinking about my parents.

What’s ironic about this: my parents are not really mentioned in any of the pages, but they are felt. And that’s the way it needed to be, with me today, here in …

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