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Opinion | I hate summer in the city. It reminds me of my blissful childhoods by the lake — and all the devastating losses I’ve suffered since. How can I move on? Ask Lisi

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Lisi

Advice columnist Lisi Tesher.


Lisi Tesher is an advice columnist for the Star and based in ÎÚÑ»´«Ã½. Send her relationship questions via email: lisi@thestar.ca

²ÏÌýOnce again, it’s summer in the city and all I want to do is get out. This is the worst feeling. I grew up going to the lake every summer with my mom and siblings. We had a trailer and her sister had one right next door. We kids would be so helpful packing because we wanted to make sure mom brought all our favourite stuff and that we could leave as soon as humanly possible.

I loved those summers; my cousin and I would be inseparable from the first gas fill-up. I’d switch with his sister, so she could ride with my sister, and he and I would conspire the rest of the journey.

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Lisi Tesher

Lisi Tesher is an advice columnist for the Star and based in ÎÚÑ»´«Ã½. Send her relationship questions via email: lisi@thestar.ca

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