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The Day That Sucked (And Why We Danced Anyway)
Some days, coffee and Twizzlers aren’t strong enough to fix it. Last night bled into this morning with Harper waking at 3 a.m. from a nightmare about a spider on her head. I was still hunched over my laptop, uploading a book to Ingram, running on fumes. By the time Harper went back to sleep,…
