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These past few weeks everyday feels a little like running a race. Each minute is spoken for, planned, scripted. We drop off kids and get ourselves to work and school with no time to spare. We squeeze in rare lunch dates with friends, doctors appointments and bank visits on the margins of packed days. If either Seth or I forget our keys, leave something in the wrong car or forget to reschedule something, we screw up the other’s day without meaning to. One misplaced parking pass never had so much power.Read the rest of this story »