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I was sitting on my brother’s couch in southeast Portland last Sunday, desperately trying to keep my squirming 11-month-old from eating a suspicious clump of golden retriever hair, when my nine-year-old nephew yelled into his gaming headset: "Bro, grab the...

I was sitting cross-legged on a spectacularly stained rug, holding up a somewhat mangled stuffed rabbit and speaking in a high-pitched voice, trying to explain the concept of human gestation to my two-year-old twin daughters. They stared at me with...

I'm currently staring at a massive slab of raw pork on my kitchen counter while managing three very different, very aggressive text threads. My mother is suggesting I boil the meat until it turns into a gray, flavorless paste and...

The thermostat read exactly 71.4 degrees, the humidifier was running at a steady thirty percent output, and my daughter Maya was finally asleep in the portable bassinet we dragged into the living room. It was 8:14 PM. My wife and...