It’s 6:22 in the morning and I am awake, coffee in hand, out in my office. I’m 52 years old and I finally have the room of my own I read in Virginia Woolf’s words back when I was in college. The dream then is the life I live now.
In moments, I know this. I slow down enough to look in wonder at all that I have right now. In other moments, I rush from one …
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