by Felix Cheong It’s a truth universally acknowledged that when the stork arrives, it never comes with an instruction booklet. Yes, there are self-help books, the doomscroll of YouTube videos, and hand-me-down war stories—unsolicited, of course—from relatives and friends. But nothing quite prepares you for that cute, squalling Mini-me that is now your responsibility, your center of gravity, your life. And naturally, you want to document every fleeting thing before it starts slip-slidin’ away. Looking at my stash of sepia-bitten photos of my son from thirty years ago, I can certainly identify with the sentiment. That impulse gave rise to… Read More