My 26 year-old daughter said to me the other day, “Adulting is hard.” I’m not sure when being an adult became a verb linguistically, but in real life, it has always been a verb.  Being an adult is just that – a state of being, not to be confused with a numerical age. So, since... Continue Reading →

I was one of the few people I knew who didn’t find out the sex of my child before she was born. My rationale: humans have had to wait for the moment of birth for thousands of years, why not me? What is the benefit of knowing against a mystery that connects you to the... Continue Reading →