Parenting!

Fuck it

I didn’t know how to start this newsletter and then I glanced at the keychain my friend Wallace got me for my birthday. It’s a big gold disc with the words FUCK IT etched across its face. So fuck it, I can’t come up with a graceful introduction. I’ll just begin.

I thought I’d write a little about life with my kids these days. Because, boy, is that always changing—it’s never dull, I’ll tell you that. Sometimes, when all three kids are screaming, piling on top of one another, Patrick and I look at each other like, What have we gotten ourselves into?

This is for paid subscribers only since, you know, it’s about my children—and I’ll be getting into it.

Let’s do this, shall we? I will go one by one…