A Letter to my Daughter on her Third Birthday

Dear, sweet, tenacious, powerful, funny, smart, beautiful daughter, I’ve avoided writing this because I fear the myriad emotions that will accompany it. I worry that I am unable to bear the weight of… Read More →

Cool Kids

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 →

On fatherhood [and motherhood]

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 →