My daughter’s first day of nursery school, sixteen years ago, was traumatic. For me. Fall 1994 I fully expected to spend a week or more hanging out in the nursery school’s sunny rooms. I had a cup of hot, half-and-half-laced coffee in a travel cup. I was ready to sit ... [Read More] [1 Comment. Please leave another.]
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