My son inherited his sister’s daily calendar and is loving how he can maneuver the numbers. I walked by his desk and saw: “November 97.” Yup, it feels like November 97, 2020.
What a year it has been. Each week moves along as quickly as it does slowly. Each month feels like several months in one and yet, we’ve been at this for over eight months.
The amount of universal anxiety, sadness and grief we have experienced overwhelms me as a highly sensitive person, a parent and as a professional.
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