On Monday, all smug with redundantly doomed parental pride, I shipped off a smartly bundled care package for my youngest son. The source of my pride lay not in the homemade goodies or the precise content layout within the package, but in the fact that I sent it at all. I don't mail things. My [...]
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Handle with Care Packages
As of yesterday, Molly and I have achieved a perfect record for delivery of inedible care packages. Harry and David we're not. Once, it was easy to ply our loved ones with homemade goodies. We just scraped them off the pan, set them on the counter and watched them disappear. Back then the hardest part [...]