Breakfast at my place: School is back in session

The house is unusually clean and a tad too quiet this week. Backpacks are hanging, ready to go, water bottles filled and a new pair of sneakers by the door. My children took turns this week standing in the driveway, smiling nervously in their first-day-of-school outfits, unaware of the lump in my throat as I snapped the annual “first day photo.” It’s funny; everyone tells you how fast it goes, but you don’t really believe them until you’re living it. The days of little hands gripping