It was a simple ask; clean your room before dad gets back. I was recording an episode of Fatherhood Wide Open, which gave her an hour to get it done. She understood, or so she said; and as I turned toward the basement she reached for the remote.
In all the world is there anything more dehumanizing than the ‘kids table’? That act of familial segregation matched in its totality only by the Lord Almighty’s separation of the tribes during the building the Babylon tower.
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