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It’s 98 degrees in the Target parking lot, and I'm sweating entirely through my shirt trying to aggressively shove a forty-pound cardboard box into the back of my minivan while my three-year-old licks a shopping cart handle. That box held...

You're currently standing in the kitchen, holding a half-eaten, slightly tepid fish finger, staring at your nine-year-old nephew, Leo. He has just wandered in from the living room, barely looking up from his iPad, to casually ask if he can...

Dear Tom of Six Months Ago, You're currently standing in the drizzle outside the Tesco Extra in Purley, holding a half-eaten, saliva-dissolved rice cake in your left hand while using the thumbnail of your right hand to furiously scrape at...