My kid is a handful

Apparently my kid is a handful. He spent a week with his Grammy and his Gramps in New England, and Dave and I went to pick him up at the end of the week. They’re pretty crazy about him, and enjoyed having him around, which makes me endlessly happy and grateful. But keeping up with […]

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Where’s my kid?

I don’t remember the last time we were alone together. For a couple of insanely private people, people who, for years, would not answer the phone when it rang (land line), would not answer the door if we were not expecting anyone, and had a well-established telephone ring code so the one who was home […]

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