It’s all a matter of perspective

It’s all a matter of perspective

Pete and I are 35 and still have never owned a house. We rent a quirky little home with a backyard that is at times better suited to bundu-bashing than games of baseball or catch. The carpets are stained with melted play-doh and mud has been tracked in irreversible...
When personal space is a thing of the past

When personal space is a thing of the past

It’s late. Me and my computer are spending some quality time together. I get up to use the restroom for the – oh I lose track of the number of times. I pass a set of ten toes in the hallway. And a curly head. He’s sitting in the doorway reading by the light of the...