Day: May 12, 2020

I’ve been keeping a five-year journal—just a sentence or two each day—to aid my memory. For any given date, I can see what happened in the years before. This is an excerpt from my entry for May 12 of last year, during one of Ember’s sleepovers at my house: When I complained that my hair looked dorky, Ember said, “It’s still you.”  Profound wisdom from a then-eight-year-old: my hair doesn’t define me. I must also […]

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