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We were standing in the narrow hallway of our second-floor London flat, holding two incredibly heavy car seats containing two very small, very loud humans. It was raining, obviously. The boot of the Uber had just been emptied of a...

It was 7:14 PM on a Tuesday, and I was exactly where I always am at that time: on my hands and knees under the high chair, scraping a fossilized piece of sweet potato off the baseboard with a wet...

Dear Marcus of six months ago. You're currently standing barefoot on the cold hexagon tiles of the upstairs bathroom, and the clock on your phone says it's 2:14 AM. Your golden retriever, Barnaby, is whining rhythmically and favoring his front...

It was 2:14 AM on a Tuesday when my 11-month-old's thermal management system completely crashed. We were trying to do a quick family photo in the living room, and my mother-in-law had aggressively gifted us a tiny, three-piece synthetic tuxedo....

Dear Marcus from six months ago. You're currently feeling pretty smug. Your baby is five months old, mostly stays exactly where you put him, and basically acts like a warm, milk-drunk potato. You look around our Portland apartment and think,...

Dear Priya from six months ago. You're standing in the craft store floral aisle, heavily pregnant, holding a thirty-dollar bundle of dried white weeds. You're convinced this is the final touch your nursery needs to tie the whole woodland aesthetic...