By Erick Erickson

One of my older sisters once dated a much older guy who had not yet come to terms with growing up. I remember nothing about him — except his nose hair. He was the Rapunzel of nose hair. I do believe you could have climbed it straight into his brain. I was never sure if I should suggest to him that perhaps a nose trim was in order. The relationship did not last long. As far as I know, he’s locked in a tower, holding his nose out for Gothel to climb.
There are rites of passage in our lives that no amount of education can prepare you for. The other day, my youngest asked how moms manage not to… …read more

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