Lots of Landmines, No Metal Detector: Part the Third

  With each successive child, it becomes harder to keep World at bay. The door that cracked open with Child #1 gets shoved even wider with Child #2, Child #3, and so on, until the barrier is blasted off its hinges to expose an entire startled-looking family licking Cheeto gunk off their fingers. The humbling that comes from giving way and giving… Continue reading Lots of Landmines, No Metal Detector: Part the Third