One of my friends from college sent around a selfie with her four-month-old on Wednesday night. His gummy grin lights up the frame. Behind him, she wears a contented smile, but her eyes are in mourning. “Wow,” she texted. “Having a baby makes the existential panic different/better/worse.”
I’m unusually speechless this week, which is bad timing, because …
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