Trying to parent your kid while fighting with your ex reminds me of the poem by Robert Frost, “The Road Not Taken”, but in the fighting version of the poem where the roads diverge, each parent takes a different path as well as one arm of their kid. Then they start pulling. There was no […]
This morning I sit with laptop balanced on the arm of the couch, my little one in my lap, and my coffee in my free hand while we wake up to a sweet Saturday morning together. We rock-paper-scissored our breakfast decision earlier and so the house smells like bacon and our hands are sticky from […]
