My son is two years old or, in the jaw-clenching vernacular of uber-parents, he’s twenty-four months old. Before having kids I vowed only to count a child’s age in months until they were old enough to count it in years. …
Really, the whole thing could’ve ended much worse. An old truck, abused through decades of off-road adventures. A young, stupid, and inexperienced driver setting off across a continent that has killed many seasoned and gritty pioneers. That it ended it…
Alright, I’ve been watching Survivors on BBC, and the Walking Dead, and I saw The Road a few weeks ago, so end-of-world scenarios are in my head. The more I see movie and TV shows try to tackle this big…