I Think I Know What It's Like

The Way To My Heart Is Through Belgian Milk Chocolate.

The Idea Was To Focus On The Primal Drama Of Parenthood: The Way From Moment To Moment You Swing From Comforter To Tormentor, Just As Kids Simultaneously Light Up Our Lives And Drive Us Nuts. I Was Trying To Capture That Strange, Bipolar Quality Of Parenthood. For All That Being A Parent Is Normal Statistically, It's Not Normal Psychologically. It Produces Some Of The Most Extreme Emotions You'll Ever Have.

[e]verywhere I'm Looking At Kids, Adults Mostly Don't Seem To Like Them, Not Even The Parents Do. They Call The Kids Gorgeous And So Cute, They Make The Kids Do The Thing All Over Again So They Can Take A Photo, But They Don't Want To Actually Play With Them, They'd Rather Drink Coffee Talking To Other Adults. Sometimes There's A Small Kid Crying And The Ma Of It Doesn't Even Hear.

This Is A Bad Story.” “sorry. I’m Really Sorry. I Shouldn’t Have Told You.” “no, You Should,” I Say. “but—” “i Don’t Want There To Be Bad Stories And Me Not Know Them.

Maybe I’m A Human, But I’m A Me-and-ma As Well.