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Seventeen years and a boy and a girl later, we still reside in New York. She a powerful attorney, me a significantly less powerful academic at one of those snooty, elite, East Coast universities, where I teach philosophy and operate as a middle manager.
Both of our kids arrived early—The Boy two months and Q one month—and we were thrust into parenthood prematurely. Q and The Boy don't seem to mind, though, which makes pretty much everything easier.
Our extended families and some invaluable friends don’t live anywhere near us, and I keep this blog mainly for them. And writing about my kids helps me to make sense of them, of myself. Sense from senseless—the definition of philosophy.
—RM
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