Finding Peace on Parents Weekend

As sultry summer days slowly gave way to brisk autumn evenings, and the burnt orange leaves hinted at cooler days ahead, I was undergoing a transition of my own.

We had moved my first-born child, my son, into college in August. Dripping with sweat, we hauled load after load of his most “important” belongings up three flights of stairs to his tiny room. And in the days that followed, I continued to mother him from afar, sending out care packages with the frequency of an Amazon shipping center. First salty chips and sweet goodies. Then long-sleeved shirts and thick sweatpants. Now cold remedies, oversized Purell pumps, and Halloween decorations. Read the full article here…

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