Then I woke up.
It's been thirty-five freaking years since I had to do term papers, and the anxiety dreams still come back. I think my son's end-of-semester stress is leaking over.
Spending the long weekend working backstage at the Dickens Christmas Fair. And by 'working', I mean 'taking pictures of new costumes and doorwarding…
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We got the check from the insurance company for the car that got totaled August 2012, when a real estate agent on her way to a deal pushed my son off…