Having run out of ways to amuse themselves, my children have been cleaning their room (under duress, of course). In the process, they have discovered items that have not been seen together since they were first opened, many moons ago. I’m pretty sure this fulfills some prophecy foreshadowing the imminent demise of the Universe.
Sorry, y’all.
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Behavioral economist. PhD Organizational leadership psychologist. Writer. Wife. Mother. Sister. Daughter. Aunt. Cousin. Niece. Friend. Mental health advocate. Anti-racism activist. Diversity, equity, and inclusion researcher. Chef. Yogi. CG camper. World wanderer. Runner. Artist. Speaker. Mentor. Sponsor. Rice, UST, TCSPP grad. Dog mom. Coffee lover.
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