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Getting One Answer Right

  I was sitting on the steps that lead to the second floor of our house (it’s one of the places I go when I need to hide). I was doing something on my phone (incredibly life-affirming and positive, I’m sure, as all internet scrolling is) when Quinlan came bounding down the stairs. She stopped, sat down beside me, and wrapped her arms around me in one of her monkey hugs that drape and cling and demand that the hug-ee not leave such an embrace until Quinn is good and ready to disentangle herself.  When I could come up for air, she planted a kiss on my cheek. I smiled, remembering her as the baby who wouldn’t even sit beside me on the floor without a hand on my leg. “Do you know you’re one of my favorite people in the whole world?” I asked her. She was already on the first floor and headed to the kitchen. She shrugged. “I know,” she said, and continued on her way. I was left sitting on the steps, stunned by the nonchalance of her response. I know.  I…

Moving On

We were looking at photos of celebrity haircuts. “How about this one?” I asked Saoirse, and pointed to a photo of Julianne Hough in a tousled bob that fell to somewhere between her chin and shoulders. “Nah,” SK replied. “I like this one.” She pointed to a picture of Carey Mulligan, sporting much shorter, sleek hair tucked behind her ears. I swallowed, hard. We were in the waiting area of my hair salon, because my daughter had gotten her hair lopped off against her wishes and told me she didn’t feel beautiful. She had told me she wanted me to look just like her. So I made an appointment, told my hairdresser what was going on, and said goodbye to my ponytail. Saoirse’s expression changed entirely when she saw herself beside me in the mirror. Someone asked me this weekend if I was sad about losing the hair. If I missed it. Nope, I replied, and it was the truth. No, I don’t miss it. It’s just hair. The only thing I really miss is that I actually have to use this machine that’s…