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I’m currently staring at a tiny, cream-colored cable-knit tube of fabric. My wife Sarah is in the other room, and my son is lying on the changing table, doing that terrifying infant stiff-board maneuver where every muscle in his three-week-old...

My mother-in-law told me to put three layers of thick wool on him or his lungs would freeze the second we stepped onto the Chicago pavement. The moms in my playgroup swore by fifty-dollar beige cashmere rollnecks that require dry...

It was mid-November in Chicago, which means the wind off the lake feels like tiny knives. I was running late for a four-month well-child check. My mother-in-law had gifted us this thick, chunky-knit mustard pullover that looked adorable on the...

Dear Marcus from six months ago. It's currently 3:14 AM in October, and Portland is aggressively gray outside. I'm staring at the glow of an Excel spreadsheet where you attempted to map out a synthetic polyester layering system based on...

My forehead was pressed against the freezing cold steering wheel of our Ford Focus, beads of sweat pooling in my eyebrows while both twins screamed at a pitch that I'm fairly certain cracked the rearview mirror. We hadn't even left...