“No, they’re both my sons,” I answered as his eyes widened. It happens every time people begin to understand that I have kids whose ages are 35 years apart.
My husband's vasectomy was a relatively straightforward process, but there were still some things we hadn’t expected.
This is a submission in our monthly contest. October’s theme is Determination. Enter your own here! After a fraught winter of flirting with freelance writing (chagrin implied), I’d made some gains. They were almost negligible, and some of the platforms…
Perhaps the hardest thing about being a divorced parent are the moments you feel real, powerful grief when your child is with you and you can't show it.
When people say that “everything in your life will change” once you have a child, I thought I knew what that meant. I wasn’t expecting this.
When Mom’s away, the kids will play, and Dad – well, he’ll be in for a wild day! When he’s in charge anything goes!
Before I broadly bash modern-day childrearing, allow me to point a finger squarely at the mirror. I do not want my son to follow in my flawed footsteps.
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Maybe he was never home because his work was the main thing putting a roof over our heads. He didn’t speak English, nor did he have a college degree.