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It's 3:14 in the morning and you're staring at a mustard-colored stain that has somehow defied gravity. The Chicago winter is rattling the windowpanes, the radiator is hissing, and you're holding a screaming infant at arm's length. Dear Priya from...

The biggest myth new parents tell themselves is that they won’t fall for the corporate gamification of bodily fluids. Before my son was born, I was highly idealistic. I told my wife we’d be strictly off-the-grid regarding consumer data. No...

We were somewhere on I-35 between Waco and Austin when the smell hit. My middle kid, who was about four months old at the time, let out a sound from the backseat that I can only describe as a bullfrog...

I'm looking at you right now from six months in the future. You're sitting on the cold bathroom tile at three in the morning. It's February in Chicago, the wind is howling, and the changing pad looks like a literal...