It’s the first day of high school

I hope you catch a big one, kid.

Time doesn’t stop for pandemics. 

Or growing up.

In the latest of a string of surreal moments that started, oh, 15 years ago, I dropped my oldest child off at high school this morning. 

Julian is as tall as I am now, increasingly aware of his body and how he dresses and presents himself.

The last time we had a “normal” first-day-of-school day, it was the …

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