Never had we been so organized. The local Sylvestros were coming for an early Christmas gathering, and with three-year-old Eleanor and almost-two Taylor in tow. We’d planned a prompt 5:30 dinner to get them home and to bed on time.
I haven’t written in a while simply because I have been preparing for what feels like the end of the world. While I say that not knowing exactly what that means, one thing I am sure of is that life will not be as it was — for a very long time.
In the past three weeks I have been in Continue reading “Socially Acceptable”