I’ve written before about a friend whose entertaining could make you move into the in-law suite. And if that was occupied, you’d set up a pup tent in the backyard in the middle of winter. Truly. Her cooking is enough to make you cry tears of joy that you have a seat at her table….
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Heady talk in my house of late. Goals, life journeys, achievement, happiness, work ethic, flow. My youngest is at that age, the one where we expect a man child to make life-altering decisions about his future. Don’t worry. I won’t bore you with the details of the craziness of college admissions. Just trust me—it’s insane….