It’s a holiday, and I’m probably super busy rushing around being fussy about food and getting frustrated by the state of my kitchen while Wayne taps away on his laptop and Alice jumps up and down in her bouncy thing. It’s pretty much guaranteed that...
Remind me to never ever say to anyone ever again, “At least it could be worse.” It’s the thing we say to each other when we hear terrible news and don’t know how to respond. We think we sound sympathetic and supportive. We don’t. We sound...
