April is the cruelest month, according to T.S. Eliot, but it’s a great month for many. It’s not terrible for me — or shouldn’t be. One of my best friends was born in April. My youngest child was born in April. My ex, mother of my two older kids and someone whom I have no hard feelings for, was also born in April.
Though you might be reading this on Apri…
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