Wow, ok, I clearly still have a lot of feelings from those days. Hug your kids, friends. Let them know they're not broken.

The thing that absolutely used to FRY MY CAKE when my son was young was how much of his grade was not about whether he'd mastered the material, but rather whether he'd followed the directions precisely in an arbitrary amount of time. That's what he was being graded on, like a trained monkey

"Oh no, kids are wearing glasses who don't need them, and it's making them SMRTR!" -- listen to yourself, lol.

If your government believes that a person’s (let alone a unicorn’s) bootie is an organ of reproduction, then maybe it’s time to reexamine what passes for sexual education. 3/

So my approach was always, Yes, please, let me help you in his honour, because I'm still grieving all the help he never got (and still won't claim, because the stigma and the shame are real, seriously fuck all these articles perpetuating that)

This is the way

Cheese details, please

That said, if you're not subscribed to Fake Folktales, you are missing out on many, many stories set in the world of Tess, Seraphina, and Charl.

And shout-out to my husband, who had some really excellent draw-weight, on-line shots at crucial moments during those last three ends. If only our skip (me) had shot that well.

I was walking my whippet when I encountered one in the back alley, and I just feel fortunate that that dog was not prone to barking or lunging. We know whippets who've been hit.