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A Tale of Two Sicknesses
It was the worst of times, it was the worstest of times, it was the age of projectile sneezing, it was the age of irrepressible coughing, it was the epoch of mucus, it was the epoch of incredulity, it...
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The Quest for Redemption
By the Friday of every week I am completely exhausted. After wrangling the Twins, beating the snot out of my house-husbanding chores, and writing this fine publication (which many have recently...
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Poop on the Wall
“Okay,” my wife proclaimed, performing a one-woman evacuation of my son’s bedroom. “I’m not going to freak out, but there’s poop on the wall.” I was proud of her–assuming, of course, that there was, in...
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Don’t Call Me Mr. Mom
Someone Who Shall Remain Nameless: So are you still being Mr. Mom? Me: You know, the term “Dad” works just fine. Sure, I could have just let it go. I could have replied, “Yes, I am still being Mr....
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A Tale of Two Sicknesses
It was the worst of times, it was the worstest of times, it was the age of projectile sneezing, it was the age of irrepressible coughing, it was the epoch of mucus, it was the epoch of incredulity, it...
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Poop on the Wall
“Okay,” my wife proclaimed, performing a one-woman evacuation of my son’s bedroom. “I’m not going to freak out, but there’s poop on the wall.” I was proud of her–assuming, of course, that there was, in...
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