My son’s early refusal to play along felt like the needle of a record player scratching violently across my expectations…
My son’s early refusal to play along felt like the needle of a record player scratching violently across my expectations…
…my annual holiday card task is drenched in the nog of dysfunction, a sticky mix of reluctance, entrapment, panic, and guilt.
Christmas with the Crud
I dragged a fake tree from the basement and collapsed onto the couch, where I fell asleep with my mouth open while watching a crime documentary about serial killers…