It’s 3 p.m. After the 45 minutes it took to change my daughter’s diaper, bundle her up, get her in the car, fight the traffic, purchase a decaf coffee, and walk into the bookstore, she starts to cry. I finished her last feeding literally seconds before we left the house, but alas, here we are. Her subtle fusses escalate swiftly into full-on screams. With my coffee…
