2025 began with saying goodbye to June and learning Becci’s UNC job was being eliminated. Then came a painful New Zealand trip, our most strong-willed puppy yet, a meniscus torn while putting on sunscreen, and a move to DC none of us saw coming.
Once grief enters your life, it stays. What surprised me most wasn’t that it stayed. It was where it decided to live.
I have heard the word “resilience” more times than I can count, almost always from someone being paid by the hour to say it. A John Green novel finally explained what it actually means.
Nothing says welcome to the neighborhood like four government photos of your trash and recycling cans, one of your home, and a close-up of your name and address on a shipping label, and a $75 fine.
I am licensed to practice law in North Carolina. I live in Washington, DC. I work from an office in Arlington, Virginia. Three jurisdictions, only one of which I’m licensed in, and it is never the one I’m standing in.
