I have so much more empathy for my parents now than I did before I had children. Too late, I feel the weight of the things they did for me, the heaviness of ringing a dinner bell and packing a lunch and schlepping me here and there and everywhere.
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Going back to work full time, my days have a headlong, breakneck quality, as if I'm tied to the back of a stampeding horse. Those few moments I do have downtime, I feel confused and unsteady, as if, after so many hours in the saddle, I've lost the knack of walking on solid ground.
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I hate the hands into which our country is fallen, but I'm tired of expressing outrage about it, because I can't see how stoking my own pain and sorrow and anger does any practical good. We've fetishized outrage, on the right and, to a lesser but no less pernicious extent, the left, and it's made us sick.
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Spring died in utero. Fall is rotting on the vine. The Game of Thrones tagline should be Summer Is Coming.
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