When people ask my name at coffee shops & such, I give the name Cameron because my name always ends up being “Rita” or “Lisa” or “Rhys” or some weird shit I can’t understand, read, or explain. So this morning, while I’m waiting for my soy white mocha easy syrup with whip, the barista at […]
Today, we wrote letters to Santa and I let my sister write Cameron’s. And this is what happened.
A few weeks ago, when Cameron started to take his first stumbly steps across the living room, I had a revelation: babies are like drunk people. And there went half of my readers. Now I didn’t realize that Nick Swardson (who I think of every time I use the hashtag “#thuglife” to describe my parenting […]