I’m Raising a Monster, or, Why My Kid Rocks

Every morning, I take my daughter, just turned 7, to school. ¬†We pull up to the door, she gives me a kiss and hops out, then blows me another kiss and goes inside, usually with an “I love you, dad!” This morning was different. As she was getting out of the car, she was actingContinue reading “I’m Raising a Monster, or, Why My Kid Rocks”