This season has not been kind to my child in terms of illness, but she has so much content to pull from for her eventual award-winning collection of poetry.
Before you judge me, remember that the other one I raised was deconstructing Shakespeare at her age and negotiating peace treaties between warring nations.
No, Paleolithic humans did not drink lattes, and they were grumpy and aggressive as shit.
“I knew I couldn’t call the police because that would frighten him even more, and so the quickest and best solution for everyone involved was to get him inside his house.”
I cannot believe I got this done today given the amount of absolute mayhem going on around me, but the tweets are my favorite part of this one.
My doctor made a comedic reference to a “pain journal” not knowing that he just summed up an entire industry.
You could make the argument that it’s ironic that I’m starting a tradition around the mission of fighting hunger when both of my kids don’t like to eat. And you’d be right.
A two-week crash course in vision charts, phoropters, lenses and frames, and perhaps a gentle nudge to get your kids’ eyes tested.
Here is the twelve-year-old Former Congressman participating in our Halloween festivities.
I did not trick or treat with maxi pads taped to my feet, no. But everyone who knew who I was dressed as asked where that part of my costume was.