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July 11, 2012
THIRTY OF US crammed into a hospital conference room, rapping about feelings and kids and listening and divorce. Five hours of this over two days. You have to, if there are kids involved.

We're reserved initially, but soon get with it. This is less preachy than we expected. Most who participate offer useful observations. I study the facilitators.

One sad sack hijacks every discussion: “My in-laws got their hooks in; I ain’t got no working vehicle; my husband cheated with Tammy; my kid steals outta my purse...”

The dry erase lady’s good. She moves us right along. Tick tock.