Something strange has been happening to me recently. I’ve been busy.
For much of my life, that wouldn’t have been surprising. Working, raising a child, managing family life, and caring for a terminally-ill spouse were all life stages where “busy” was a matter of course. The past few months have been different. Suddenly, I’m a widow with an empty nest. Th…
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