Well, here we are, the third Tuesday in December. I bet you’re really feeling this Samm Davidson piece: “It’s 10pm on a mid-December night and I finally rest my head on the pillow. I am exhausted, but I can’t sleep — not yet. Because the moment my eyes close it starts: the automatic and instinctual mental checking of all the boxes. The holiday season to-dos, the worries, the plans, and the don’t-forgets — all jingling around in my brain while my husband snores a slow-tempoed symphony just six inches away.” Are we having fun yet??? Kelly Faircloth, Executive Editor |