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Nostalgia, take two

My son’s high school graduation is approaching in less than a month. And my mental countdown to his leaving home, which began with college applications last fall, now feels like a clock sped up- rushed and urgent. In August, the four of us will fly to New York City. And only three of us will come home to Iowa. My heart breaks in the strangest moments now. A wisp of an old memory floats up from wherever it’s been resting and washes me away. Last week it happened while driving by the street where I visited my midwife when...

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