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    18

    by Holy crap, my oldest daughter is 18 years old. My little Squeaker, my independent toddler who nonetheless always had know I was watching, my in so very many ways incredible oldest daughter. I’m going to forgo the usual sentimental dread where I remember first steps and first teeth, where I’m shocked and amazed at how long it’s been since I held her for the first time and how old she is. She’s 18 today, and that’s huge. She is tremendously politically and socially aware and I’m pretty sure she has a vision of a world that’s far better than the one we live in. Now, a legal adult, according…