When I say “You need to listen to me and stay close by me while we’re in the store or you will get some bad consequences” I always, always forget that actually following through on those consequences is more of a punishment for me than it is for her. I’m the one who has to…
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Imposter
Emily brought home a nice little present from work: “Apparently there’s such a thing as Imposter Syndrome.” This is not, as I first thought, a disorder in which people adapt to stressful environments by faking their way through them. My first reaction to that was “Hey, I totally have Imposter Syndrome!” But no. It is…