December 11, 2014 – 10:38 am
Here’s a confession: I help my children with their homework. Cue the collective GASP! from the audience. Now, I’m going to circle back around to this obvious character flaw, but first I want to talk about the park. (It’s a metaphor.) I’m the parent at the park that people write…
December 9, 2014 – 11:34 am
There’s this thing that happens when I come home from a long trip, when I crawl into my own bed after spending days and days sleeping in a different bed. I forget that the bed is too small, I forget that it’s too high off the ground. I forget that…
December 8, 2014 – 11:57 am
So I watched a man not get eaten by an anaconda this weekend like he had originally promised. “Moooooooommmmm, you said you were going to buy me a new water bottle today and watch the end of that movie with me waaaaaaah and pack me an actual lunch instead of…
