No more spoons

I’ve always prided myself on being a pretty independent guy. Maybe it’s because I’m an only child; maybe it’s because I grew up in the home of at least one rabble-rousing progressive who’s never shy about sharing his opinions (yes, Dad, I’m talking about you; feel free to comment now).
My daughter, however, makes me look [...]

Europe forever

With just more than eight months under her belt, L is far too young to have first-hand knowledge or recollection of the 1980s Swedish hair band, Europe.
She does, however, thoroughly enjoy their 1986 anthem (and chart-topping single), “The Final Countdown,” because I’ve dorkily co-opted it and made it part of her thrice-daily feeding routine.
My version [...]