As we celebrate another graduation season, parents the world over are applauding their children’s diplomas, becoming misty-eyed at the first strains of Pomp and Circumstance—and cursing under their breath as they return home from graduation ceremonies to a “nest” that doesn’t look or feel quite like it used to. My household is case in point….
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The balancing act
As I race into Starbucks, wild-eyed and hair askew, I think to myself: Pond. Cabin. Book. Morning coffee. Loons, perhaps, at dusk. Someday. But not today. Today, I am racing to make a conference call with a colleague because my internet provider has decided that a workday is a wonderful day to upgrade my neighborhood’s…
