Fatherhood is a form of insanity, a state in which love and worry become forever entangled. I discovered this insanity one winter night, a few weeks after the birth of my daughter. A blizzard was raging over the town where we lived, and I woke suddenly with a panicked thought: What if the front door is blocked with snow? What if there’s an emergency and…
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