On Sunday afternoon, once the girls are both down for their naps, I steal away. Steal, I say, for it feels like I am, indeed, stealing time, feels as though these few hours on my own are an extravagance taken from other, more pressing concerns. I sit in my own corner of the coffee shop, … Continue reading "The View From Here"
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Posted:
June 12, 2017
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This Thing Called Life
