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To-Go Mugs, Gut Checks, and the Quiet Poetry of Coming Home

Just got back from camping with my husband. I should say “with my husband and Bean,” but it never really feels like we travel with her. More like she leads the way, and we, soft-footed and perpetually under-caffeinated, stumble after her—carrying the bags, meds, toys, and diapers. All the things. It was fun, yes. Bean […]