and then
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I feel like Frosty the Snowman when he first comes to life and shouts, “Happy Birthday!” A bit overwhelmed and quite discombobulated. It’s been a long holiday season—and it isn’t over yet… I couldn’t tell you the day of the week. I don’t know if the clothes in the basket are clean or dirty. I
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It is officially that time of year when I begin thinking in “and thens.” Yesterday was my son’s birthday (24, who believes?) and then there’s Thanksgiving (times two), and then there’s my daughter’s birthday (26, holy shit), and then there’re cookie parties and meetings and then there’s Christmas, of course, and then there’s New Year’s…
MARY LAMPHERE AUTHOR 