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Goodnight Room: From Nursery to Dorm

Daddy and I would stand behind your crib, taking turns to watch you fall asleep, your eyelashes fluttering until shut in a goodnight kiss. We stayed nearby in case you needed us to pet your thick, dark hair or hold your hand.img_8234

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Resurrecting Time

I kept sleeping with The Sandman. I had a season-long affair with him and stayed in bed cheating myself out of writing and exercise, my two favorite activities.

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FYI -Frankie, the golden, is not the metaphoric Sandman. She also sleeps with him though.

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