By never knowing stability, I learned its immeasurable value.
I gave him a good life, but I also give him a hard time. It’s a balance.
We are raising a boy and a puppy. And the similarities are astounding. And expensive.
Growing up, I never had pets. Never had many positive interactions with animals.
He’d tried. And I’d have to try, too.
All I wanted to do was cook. Why do we spread lousy advice that stunts the happiness of young boys?
Developing a complete human without the character-developing experiences that only poverty and lack can provide.
There can be value in making a thing. Even when you make it badly.
I don’t know what’s happening. But I like it