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When we arrive home, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Mascara is smudged underneath my eyes that are puffy from the booze and overly salted restaurant food. Somehow my shirt is untucked and my hair is pulled back into the standard, messy bun.
Rosalie Berg
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writer, husband for 29 years, father of 3, grandfather of 2. I write about fatherhood, parenting, Christianity, & other topics.
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