There are two things that I gather up when I bring in the regional
weekend paper from my driveway: my cup
of coffee and a roll of duct tape.
Included in that special edition paper is a national column called “Living
With Children,” written by a certain family psychologist who often times spouts
nonsense that makes my head explode; hence my need for the duct tape.
In his latest column,
Published on November 11, 2013 07:17