Early on in the month, I decided to lean into the emotional cyclone that is June. Even in normal years, the Lasts fly at me fast —The Last Day of Grade School. The Last Recital. The Last Game. The Last Day Riding the Bus — which is so overwhelming I just end focusing on the plate of foil-covered baked goods I’m delivering to the various parties celebrat…
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