I had a dream. It was a nightmare really – for me anyway. In my dream I was standing beside a lunchroom-style table full of children. The children down the table from me were passing out colorful beads and charms. I didn’t notice them at first, because I was helpingRead the Rest…
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“No, don’t want that one,” my two-year-old told me. “I need my fresh blankie.” I stared in confusion at three identical blankets in my daughter’s bed, wondering which one qualified as fresh. Grace was young when we realized she had an attachment to a particular soft, pink blanket. It wasRead the Rest…
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