
This last spring was a frantic time for me: finishing a teaching semester, getting ready to move, a new book coming out. There were so many things to do, so much stuff to keep track of. I was holding on for dear life and desperate to control all the potential outcomes.
At some point, just as the southern Ontario summer st…
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