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Dear Marcus from exactly six months ago, You're currently standing on the back patio in the Portland drizzle. You have a pair of metal tongs in one hand and your phone in the other, aggressively Googling Traeger recipes. Inside, your...

I was elbow-deep in a laundry basket full of aggressively beige clothing yesterday when my grandma called to ask why my youngest always looks like a Victorian orphan on my Instagram stories. I had to laugh, mostly to keep from...

The ceiling of my Subaru Crosstrek currently has a modern art installation made entirely of organic sweet potato and turkey puree. I was driving down Interstate 84. My 11-month-old son, Leo, was screaming in the back seat. The temperature was...

It was a random Tuesday in October, like, 2018 maybe? Maya was about seven months old, and we were sitting outside this aggressively hip coffee shop in Brooklyn—the kind where a basic iced oat milk latte costs seven dollars and...