Dear Mom, Like so many moms, you did the job of both parents. You are the one who bought toothpaste, toilet paper, and school supplies. You arranged for play dates, hosted slumber parties, baked every birthday cake I ever had, … Continue reading
Before I had Zeke I had noble ideas about how I would raise a child. Bilingual schools, master a musical instrument by the age of 5, he’d debrief me on the New York Times headlines before we left for kindergarden and most importanly, NO TELEVISION ever. … Continue reading
Truth be told, there are lots of crappy dads out there. I had one and I was worried that as soon as Zeke’s dad and I split I would be a part of the ever increasing problem of single moms raising … Continue reading
