When I was growing up, summer felt deliciously full. In my adulthood, summer mostly feels chaotic and a little disorienting. My kids’ schedules go to hell as camps and vacations intrude on the normal back and forth between my house and their father’s. All the regular routines that ground me and help me feel like I can stay on top of things go to hell. A…
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