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I’ve been working on a piece on grieving teens and social media, and this phrase keeps running through my mind. (If you know me IRL, you’ve probably heard me say it before.) Your digital footprint is a character reference. Yes, even in grief.

Holy moly, the end of the school year is a whole thing. This morning as I sat down to work, I actually had to change my calendar to June. I was still working off my May calendar and couldn’t figure out why I was confused. Between baseball and book writing and school concerts and life changes, it’s been a hot minute. I’d really like the chance to breathe deeply again.

My dad used to read me this story when I was a little girl. I loved it, but mostly what I loved was the time my dad spent reading to me.

Eight months after Rob died, the pandemic began. I’d been in conversation with a Seattle realtor and had even applied for my kids to attend school there, but suddenly a global shutdown meant we were staying in Boston. I decided not to put my house here on the market. I hunkered down, like everybody else, and hoped this would all pass quickly so I could get on with my life — get back to Seattle.

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