None of the men in my wife’s family ever changed a diaper. Not one. Not ever.
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My family and I are the only historically black Americans living in our New York City apartment building.
The moment I stepped out of the shower, my six-year-old appeared at the bathroom door.
As soon as my wife told me that our little girl was being bullied at school, I was ready to go off the deep end.
For my daughter, “Shit!” became the Shit . . .
You got me. I sometimes steal away into McDonald’s with my nine year old, and we share a large fry. . .
Since I am 6’4”, Black, and a furry dude to boot, I am not your typical Upper Westside Mom. . .
There’s a girl in my nine year old’s third grade class who apparently has been left back more than a couple of times. She’s twelve and sprouting . . .
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