Learning To Let Go: Fourth Time’s a Charm
On Saturday, I dropped my oldest off at school in Vermont to start his sophomore year of college. This is the fourth time I’ve had to say goodbye, and I think I’m finally getting the hang of it. The key: Step back and don’t take anything personally.
BTS? More Like BS (The ‘T’ Is Silent)
Yesterday was the first day of school for my youngest, a high school junior. There was no “first-day-of-school” photo taken, unless you count the one I took of him walking away this morning in his mismatched, too-small clothes.
So here we are, back to school and back to the bullshit.
