I have a lot to do. I’m thinking about it now as I write this.
The entire process seems to go from selfless to self-serving with the click of an iPhone video.
Although rarely talked about, it’s one of the strangest parts of parenting.
The symbolism was shockingly on point. It was as if someone was writing this out for me to read, rather than to live.
This is the exact format of nearly every call. It must be in a handbook.
I know that it’s easy to eyeroll when you read someone says that they were “inspired” by their child’s “courage”. But let’s get serious here for a second…
It’s a mixture of bad advice growing up and a few too many times where I felt that I was putting other people out with my presence.
I don’t keep a running tally on who has it better or worse between us. That’s not how friendships work.
We were angry over-reactors literally headbutting the walls at the bar. Every glance from a stranger was a reason to defend your honor.
Every diagnosis doesn’t require grief-stricken language.