I fucking hated the years between 5 and 15. 16 to 25 were hit and miss. Now I’m 34 and I think I’m getting the hang of it. Maybe. I had a few… Read More →
I am the wife in the post, “On fatherhood”*. I thought that kids probably weren’t for me, since I suspected I would not fare well with snot, barf, tantrums, crying, whining, sleeplessness, financial… Read More →
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