Sometimes I feel like a dad in a bra. I travel a lot for work and often miss two-weeks’ worth of Lego masterpieces, bathtub confessionals, bedtime tuck-ins and, even, painfully, the occasional milestone. There’s the attempt to Skype (although I can’t compete with my boys’ fascination with their own image.) The guilt-ridden airport-shopping for treats. […]

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