This article contains too many uncomfortable truths not to post
Actually, the day Quinn was born was one of the happiest days of my life. But the myth that being a parent is a parade of unrelenting joy definitely needs to be pierced.
In which I write down all those musings of which the world has been horribly deprived until this moment. (Progressive Politics, Liberal Religion, Sex, and the occasional abnormality that bubbles forth from goodness knows where.)