Ahead of schedule, I strapped Eva into her car seat and put her diaper bag in the front seat. With only the beanie weenies left to grab, I locked up and headed to her preschool. I had placed the crockpot on the car’s floorboard so it would have a level place to travel. When I taught fitness classes, we enjoyed seasonal potlucks—the time spent getting to know them solidified lifelong friendships even after we moved away. Approaching Eva’s preschool, I […]
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