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The greatest lie they peddle in those glossy parenting magazines—usually the ones featuring a serene mother in white linen looking lovingly at a perfectly clean infant—is that picking a name for your child is a beautiful, intuitive process. They suggest...

It was 9:47 PM on a Tuesday, roughly four months before our lives permanently imploded, when my wife—who was at that point roughly the size and shape of a medium family car—aggressively tapped her phone screen and demanded I calculate...

I was standing in my kitchen staring at my oldest—who's now five and a walking, talking cautionary tale about what happens when you give a toddler unchecked access to YouTube—when he was just a screaming newborn. My own mother was...