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Dear Marcus from six months ago. I know exactly what you're doing right now. It's 3 AM in our Portland living room. You've logged exactly 3.4 hours of heavily fragmented sleep, and you're currently acting as a human mattress for...

The rain was blowing sideways across the Providence Portland hospital parking lot, and the discharge nurse was staring intensely at my hands. I was attempting to click my three-day-old son's carrier into the base I had confidently installed in my...

Don't, under any circumstances, let a targeted social media algorithm convince you that buying a compact, retro-styled off-roader will somehow resurrect your pre-parenting coolness. I'm currently typing this with my kneecaps firmly wedged against the glovebox of what I can...

I'm sitting at a coffee shop in Wicker Park watching a mom nurse a cold matcha latte. Next to her is a four-week-old baby, completely folded in half like a taco inside an expensive stroller frame. The car seat is...

It was 8:14 AM on a Tuesday, and I was standing in a dealership parking lot off Route 17 wearing yoga pants that definitely had dried overnight oats crusted on the left thigh. I was clutching a plastic cup of...

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...