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Don't, under any circumstances, attempt to freestyle a soothing melody based purely on a song's title at three in the morning while holding an angry infant. I learned this the hard way. I've twin girls, which means my entire existence...

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 in our Subaru outside the Fred Meyer on West Burnside, and the wipers are on the lowest setting, squeaking against the windshield every four seconds. My wife is staring blankly at the dashboard clock. In my hand, I've...

My mother-in-law handed me a set of high-contrast vocabulary flashcards when Kabir was exactly twelve days old. She sat on my couch, tapping the cards on her knee, telling me that his brain was a sponge and we were already...

I was sitting cross-legged on my living room rug at three in the morning, aggressively taping up a stack of cardboard boxes for my Etsy shop, when I finally felt my shoulders drop. My oldest son, who was exactly twenty-two...