Flash of Mortality
My 13-year-old dressed in a nice, form-flattering shirt and pair of bell-bottom jeans this morning for eighth grade picture day. It struck me right between the eyes: She is not a little girl any more.

If you see a shadow behind the curtains as you look in from the street, that will be me. Sharpening my eye-poking fingers.

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