Nearly four years ago, I asked my husband to move our family to New York City. It will mean selling our house, I said. It will mean packing up everything and going to a...
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My husband, Kyle, is, as you probably know if you've read this blog, like, ever, a stay-at-home dad. Which is, to hear him describe it, a calling with very few adult rewards: it's a...
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I can still remember, vividly, the day that my father taught me to ride a bicycle. We lived at the end of a quiet suburban street lined with cherry and dogwood trees, our house...
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