The ordinary motions of morning in my house found their stride. It’s interesting to watch my wife, daughter, and I navigate the house in the pre-demand hours. We prepare food, tea, and coffee. Bags are packed and placed by the door. Lunch items fly out of the fridge. It is like choreographed chaos, and it is so common that we execute many of the steps without thinking. This morning, something different happened. My daughter had a rough looking fingernail and... Read more