My mother has for many years bought JP completely age-inappropriate gifts. When he was an infant, she got him toys for toddlers that also happened to spike-ridden and flammable; as a toddler, she arrived bearing some sort of computerized reading device that actually doubled as a Taser; when he was in pre-school, she bought him …
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This day, the one after Labor Day, always has a bit of that fin de siècle feeling. One thing ends, another begins. This was true, of course, during my long and stuttering journey through schooling, right up until I (finally) finished college and then saw that the life of a working adult makes no differentiation …
So, for various reasons, I woke up naked in bed this morning. Jean and Sasha were already awake when I groggily pulled away the covers and stepped onto the floor. Just then, in bounded Sasha, who took one look at me, pointed at my penis, and started laughing. And laughing. And laughing. I stumbled quickly …
Okay, I know it’s best never to respond to negative comments, and I won’t. Instead, I think I will run this comment in its entirety, which was written in response to a post I wrote in July about my ex-wife and my current nanny: Sorry. Your ex wife is in the right here. If you’re …
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