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Forget happy hour. Try playing hooky.”We need it! Reparations for our pain and suffering,” my friend, Lauren Grove, texted me.It was right after a February blizzard had dumped more than 12 inches of snow over the Tri-State area, and with her kids being the same age as mine — busy…

“Should I go to the first day of the conference or see my daughter?” I asked my group of fellow family travel writers during a Zoom meeting ahead of our work conference.The conference would be held in New York City, where my 20-year-old daughter lives and goes to college.My original…

On the occasion of my father’s 82nd birthday, I called him to wish him well. As we chatted, I told him about a social media post shared by his former team, the Los Angeles Rams.My dad doesn’t pay attention to social media, so he wouldn’t know that the post had…