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Blogsomnia. The frustrating, infuriating, persistent force that flips a switch in my brain. The one that’s supposed to be in the off position at 3 a.m.

It’s nearly 9 p.m. My brain is barely functioning. My entire being is swirling and soaring with unprocessed emotions. Honestly? I almost skipped this week’s post. But my 13-year-old daughter just reminded and encouraged me to write. She said, “Mommy. You have to! You made a promise to post every Sunday eve. Just do it now!” And just minutes ago, my extraordinary friend and internationally published author, Laura Duksta, reached out on Facebook. She said, “I came looking for your newest post and looks like you may be taking a break for the New Year…”

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I often ponder the contrasting moments of the human journey. A person lost a family member only months before a wedding. A hurricane dismantled and destroyed a city. Then its inhabitants repaired broken homes and hearts with communal kindness. A friend was in your life for only a short while but years later you realize why.

Palm trees are lurching and leaning as their strong, thick roots keep them alive. Debris is flying past my window and rain is slamming against the glass like torrential tears

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I am in South Florida right now. I’m feeling inexplicably grateful for the scorching, sweltering September Sunday. That sounds kinda bizarre, right? We rarely go to the beach, which is evident by my pale skin. (My friends in college actually called me Snow White!). But today we headed east. My husband suggested we go to the boardwalk and stop at the organic market. And I am so glad he did.

Summer break is over. It’s as if it never happened. Like a car shifting gears, all parents (at least in South Florida) are revving up for the academic year. I hear constant comments such as, “Can you believe the kids are going back to school” and “Where does the time go?”