Skip to content

“I checked his tushy and there was no poop anywhere.”

I was sitting at my computer in the dining room, writing my next great American novel. My five year-old daughter, Clara, and my two year-old son, Charlie, were upstairs playing. My wife was shopping. From the top of the stairs came Clara’s little voice. Tentative at first and then more confident. Clara: “Dad, I could…

Read More