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I was sitting in my minivan in the HEB parking lot, crying over a steering wheel covered in crushed Cheerios, because the cashier had just asked me why I let my three-month-old get a severe sunburn in February. I hadn't,...

Dear Tom from November, You're probably standing in the downstairs loo right now, aren't you? You're holding a writhing Florence under one arm like a poorly packed rugby ball, staring at her left calf and wondering if babies can get...

At approximately 3:14 am last Tuesday, I found myself trying to locate my daughter Alice’s foot inside a yellow sleepsuit that appeared to have been tailored for a medium-sized golden retriever. I was sweating, the baby was screaming, and the...

Dear Jess of six months ago: you're currently standing over the hall bathroom tub with a metal kitchen strainer, crying while trying to fish soggy, bloated breakfast oats out of the drain before your husband realizes you've destroyed the plumbing...