It’s 8:30 on Wednesday morning, and I am sitting on my living room floor banging out today’s newsletter. There are baby toys scattered across my lap, and my grandson (whom I affectionately call Squishy) occasionally reaches over to grab my laptop with the focused tenacity of a ten month old.
I normally have my newslet…
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