I went around the house yesterday opening windows and turning over laundry from Labor Day houseguests, and the air that drifted through the house smelled of woodsmoke and leaves. In an instant, summer was over. (I know the New York Times beat me to that breaking story, but even so.)
I am a parent, so the past many days have been a blur of logistics. Hair…
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