inquiry

My wife turned sixty at 12:05am this morning. We celebrated that together after a wonderful evening with her daughters and grandchildren. It became a powerfully tear-formation-friendly scene when I realized everyone there but a couple of us literally came from – and became the amazing people they are due to – her.

There quite simply is no substitute for self-sacrificial parenting, especially in the laughably ineffective, pinnacle-of-selfishness-jockeying realm called “politics”.

If you happen to be a casualty of shitty parenting, the best way out is to find, cling to, and bask in the healing thought/behavioral rays of someone that isn't.