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Dear Tom of six months ago, You're currently sitting on the floor of the landing outside the twins' room at 3:14 AM. Your lower back is pressed against the radiator, you've a Calpol syringe in your breast pocket like a...

I was elbow-deep in a basket of aggressively stained toddler socks yesterday afternoon, desperately trying to find a single matching pair, when my husband walked into the living room and slapped a DVD on the coffee table. He’d found it...

There I was, standing in aisle 14 of an Orlando Walmart at two in the morning while visiting my wife’s American family, holding what I believed to be a simple piece of plastic and mesh. I was completely unaware that...

When our twin girls finally arrived, the influx of advice was swift, unyielding, and entirely contradictory. My mother-in-law insisted I keep them perpetually encased in heavy wool lest they catch a phantom draft in our predictably stuffy London flat. The...