I spent my Easter weekend far, far away from my loved ones.
Instead of planning to seat dozens of people, hiding eggs for little ones and filling myself up with scalloped potatoes, ham and chocolate, I pointed my car toward the central Oregon coastline, and disappeared for a few days of camping.
It’s one of the fine privileges of empty nesting, being able to completely abandon your traditional norms to make way for new ones.
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