The New One: Painfully True Stories from a Reluctant Dad

I change my personal pizza policy. Just one slice. Every week. Sometimes every two weeks. One single, dinky slice. And I love it.

I didn’t enter the marriage as an extrovert. I was an introvert who, when married to an even deeper introvert, was forced to find my inner extrovert. Someone had to.

An extrovert is someone who gets energy from being around other people, and an introvert doesn’t like you.