Well, here I am, on an overcast Thursday afternoon in Chicago, in a house that smells of homemade granola. Jenny is upstairs on a Zoom call. EJ is at school, about to start their favorite class of the week: gym. Juni is asleep on the couch, mumbling in what I hope is the soft grip of some dream. And I am here, with sugar on my teeth and my…
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