My head was encased in fog. I sat in my sister’s living room the Pacific Northwest with a cup of homemade Starbucks coffee, and it wasn’t doing the trick. I had to get on a plane back to the Midwest in a few hours, after attending my niece’s first communion ceremony the day before.
This was a Sunday morning last May –and my fog head was understandable, if not justified. First communion season comes in the middle of final exam season. I was trying to remember what was waiting for me when I got back to work.
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