Ode to my sunflower

Somebody new is in your room. It feels wrong. It is like somebody moved the furniture and I hit my head against a closet that wasn’t where it used to be. Will I like her? Will she like me? Shall we get along? Let’s face it. There will never be another you. Oh my sunflower! …

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Goodbye. No. See you later

On Easter Monday, we sat in a circle at a friend's home. We each took turns  to say what we were grateful for from the past year. 40-40 was celebrating two years and the team had an opportunity to reflect on the good, bad and ugly of the past months but with more emphasis on …