I was clicking through various links and news stories and such this morning and I came across this Dear Abby letter that made me stare and ask myself, “What the hell kind of snowflake are these people raising?” If you don’t feel like clicking, here’s the letter:
Dear Abby: I have a beautiful wife, a dog and an 8-year-old son with whom I love to watch sports. My son loves sports, but he has trouble accepting a loss. He takes out his disappointment by beating the dog. Continue reading
On March 20 of this year, the day we went in for my immigration interview, two things happened. The first was that I forgot our passports at home on the kitchen table. I had a folder that contained documents that we needed to bring with us to share with our attorney, relationship proof (greeting cards, photos, etc.) sitting on top of that, and as the cherry on the immigration proof pile, our passports.