“Now as I approach 50 I start to think about yet another clock—how much time do I have left with them at all? This clock ticks very quietly, perceptible only in the loneliest moments”
This line hits like a gut punch. At 51, I feel this so personally, in every way imaginable.
Ariella Baker-Archer
When you're a single parent, you live and die by the Clock.
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For divorced parents who live far away, every reunion comes with an expiration date.
