Category: when hippies breed

  • Lots of Landmines, No Metal Detector: The First of Several on This Topic

    When a child is born, the parent enters into a decades-long negotiation with the world.  The script for this give-and-take reads: Parent, puffing out chest:  “Surrounded by a loving village of friends and family, my child will never question that she is loved.” World, yawning:  “Fiddlesticks.” Parent, still confident:  “I will provide steadiness and an open […]