This is a bit off the beaten path as far as my writing usually goes here. I suppose it’s part guilt, part foreshadowing and a touch of focus-deficit. We moved. Kindergarten is over. Soldiers are dying. Young. I have this beautiful life with three daughters, a loving husband and ripples of family and friends that surround us. It is wonderfully complex. I think that this last absence from The Wink as we’ve moved and my timid twitching to come back has sprung from a need to honor each facet. One area that I don’t talk about too terribly much is work, other than perhaps to say that it is part of the equation that complicates my parenting (Ha! As if there is a scenario in…