To write this post, I’m taking a break from spending many, many hours in a warmish saltwater pool and a warmish Pacific Ocean with M, my five-year-old granddaughter. We’re vacationing in Hawaii, which in someone’s geographically disordered mind is halfway between her home in Tokyo and mine in New York. The truth is, I would crawl across the world to spe…
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