Like a Piñata, an Empty Nest is Full of Surprises

This fall I joined the in-transition tribe of aging American parents commonly known as empty nesters. My fraternal twin sons went off in college, a two-hour plane ride away—not exactly the distance of an arctic expedition, but far enough away to ensure that our home will be much quieter, with just my wife and me. And two cats. Admittedly, I’ve been known to bridle at our culture’s psycho-industrial complex that seems to classify every life change as a phenomenon requiring counseling [...]
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