Bourbon & Milk – Thankless Chasms, Unlearnable Lyrics, and the Warmth of Home


Some of my earliest memories involve sitting at the kids’ table during the holidays with an ear tilted towards the adults’ side of the room, straining to hear stories about my parents’ and their siblings’ upbringing. Funny anecdotes were great, but mostly I hoped to hear about the blow-ups, and screw-ups and beatings. […]

Bourbon and Milk: Bedtime Existential


I’ve been on bedtime duty since we first brought my daughter home from the hospital. Our routine has changed over time, but the crux of it has and continues to revolve around books. I like to think of it as our thing. And though initially our interactions were limited—she’d sit in her rocker or on my lap cooing or giggling as my voice bounced off the walls […]

Bourbon and Milk: Profitable Forgetting


For the first eighteen months of parenthood, even the most ridiculously simple daily routines—changing Z’s diaper, feeding her a bottle, putting her down for a nap—carried a weighty significance. This is my daughter, I often found myself repeating beneath my breath as I brought a wet wipe to her skin […]

Bourbon and Milk: Guilt Cocktails


Recently, after nearly a full year of under-employment, an unexpected job opportunity popped up in Houston. We were living in Austin, so I’m not talking about a trek across the world, but we had a house, a kid in daycare, and my wife was poised to start a new job of her own. We had less than a week to decide. […]

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