I’m sitting alone at the Seattle airport, on my way to a friend’s bachelorette party. I’m crying. I didn’t cry when my first child, my son, was born. And I didn’t cry when his little sister was born a year and a half later. Sure, I was happy. And I was relieved beyond words that… Continue reading Traveling With Kids Is Almost Impossible, But It Turns Out Traveling Without Them Is Boring
