Some roles in life arrive with a title. Others unfold quietly. Somewhere between packing lunches, answering school emails, and noticing the subtle shift in a thirteen-year-old’s tone, I became what people often call the “default parent.” Not because we decided it formally. Not because I carry everything alone. But because over time, I became the…
Opening Beat I’m writing this from 30,000 feet, halfway between Houston and Heathrow, latte vibrating on the tray as turbulence reminds me I’m not actually in control of everything—just most things. The Juggle Is Real, But So Is the Joy My calendar looks like air-traffic control, yet the square I guard most fiercely is our…