November has always felt like a gentle exhale. A soft invitation to slow down, breathe, and look back at how far we have come. But this year, November showed up with a moving truck in the driveway and packing tape stuck to my elbow. Again. Yes, we moved. Again. At this point, I have lost count. I may start introducing myself by saying, “Hi, I’m the girl who knows where to get cardboard boxes in any city.” It is a talent. It is a lifestyle. It is also mildly exhausting. This m

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Dear Daughters, This week is the last week of school before summer break begins, and what a year it has been. During a global pandemic,...