It would seem that family is inescapably about inheritances.
Maybe it never had a chance.
My two young daughters, their dad, and me.
No other transition in my life has shocked me more.
For the blogger formerly known as Nat the Fat Rat, the label no longer quite fits.
“Sometimes I felt enormously beautiful, like Venus herself arising from the sea, and sometimes I felt just enormous.”
How forces have conspired to create the “pee-stick fugue state.”
And what I realized once I finally got rid of it.