Another year, another Father’s Day, another “I hate Father’s Day” post. I get it, this is me, being me. I understand I am a decent father. I also understand that all freaking Hallmark does is remind me that my kids can’t wish me a Happy Father’s Day. And others doing it does the same thing.
If you had a web site that was geared towards pregnant couples (yes, I know, it’s the woman who is pregnant) and couples with newborns, who is the last person in the world you would ask to write a guest post? I am sitting around, minding my own business, and I get this email: I
I am getting taken to task for some comments in a very recent post. I was in a discussion with one of Pearlsky’s therapists about having conversations with Pearlsky in the evenings. I said (both in the meeting and on this blog) … I talk very little. There is no conversation, that takes two. I
I will start with what would appear to be a non sequitur, but is not, hence it may just be that elusive non non sequitur. And more to the point, since it comes before the post itself, to which it is a non non sequitur, it is more properly a pre-post non non sequitor. Many
A comment on the last post sort of insinuates that I went into the IEP meeting and bullied the therapists and teacher with my superior math skills. Well, yeah, but that was not the point. I am remiss in that I did not offer the proper introduction in the blog post, the “why” for you