I was pregnant with Sofia when I had a revelation. We were at my parents’ house, and my baby sister (okay, she was 22) was talking to my parents about food, patiently explaining the merits and superfoodness of lemons. As an adult child of parents, this seemed totally natural. That’s what kids do. They teach their parents how to be more awesome.
As a pre-parent, though, it was like I was struck by lightning. I’d spent three decades carefully honing my awesomeness. What could some punk kid have to teach me? Read More Ten Cats That You Must Have If You Must Have a Cat