Back home from vacation. It was very possibly the longest drive I’ve taken from Maine to New York in the last twenty-five years, but the whole car was aglow with the memory of a great week at the beach with family, and none of us was the worse for the delay. Kina did poop in the Bronx; I’m sorry, the Bronx.

Two Parade covers today. This one up above is the first one that Kina wants you to see—the side of the paper that is signed—

And this is the version hanging on our kitchen cabinet, a picture of our family on vacation with some red seagulls and a bunch of tulips. Check out Mommy’s tie-dyed shirt!

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