It’s my third-born’s last first day of school. I’m doing the mom thing and being proud and nostalgic.

Middle-of-the-night thoughts about returning to my old night-owl ways and what that might mean for my recovery from burnout. Plus a free holiday story.

Between my son leaving for college, buying a new house, shifts in careers, and some difficult health-related news, it’s been a challenging few months. But I’m holding on to gratitude. Here’s what’s been going on.