RIP

No one likes to talk about the death of a child.I learned that the hard way, by losing one and then finding that no one wanted to hear about it. Thirty years ago today, I lost a ten-month-old son to congestive heart failure. He was born tiny and sick, and he never...

Housework: The Big Reveal

That number over there –> is 78,236 this morning, before I get started. Before I get started, I look around. At the dust in the corner. At the cluttered coffee table. And so on. And you know what? I’m not going to clean it, because <drum roll>: I...