Mar 6, 2019
4 min read
There’s not one thing I think about every day, except this.
When I was a kid, my mom was basically a single mom watching two kids. My dad was always working, which meant the parenting role fell on one person. (In hindsight, I realized it’s a good thing my dad was always working rather than always physically present, because he’s much better at making money doing his surgery than being an emotionally supportive human being.) But the weight of the…
