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On Leaving Home
When my oldest son moved into his first apartment, we were taking the last load, and I looked at him sleeping in the passenger seat. His launch into the real world had taken a little longer, but when I looked at where he was on that day, my heart knew that he was ready for…
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Home
Sometimes you just need to go home. This weekend I’m in my childhood home with my parents. Just me…no husband, no kids, no siblings. Just me. As a parent, I always want my kids to know that they can come home when they need to. My younger son is living with us after his college…
