After a week of reconnecting with my sense of power, I could use some of this softness and beauty to balance things out. Our bags are by the door, and once the car is packed, we’re headed to Massachusetts and Long Island for the traditional mother’s-side-of-the-family gathering. Aunts, uncles, cousins, second cousins, first and second cousins once-removed, grandparents, sisters, the whole mishpacha. The girls are crazy excited for the hot tub in the hotel. I’m grateful for family, and the roof, and the blankets, for the food and the fridge and for eyes and ears and legs and hearts.