Check out Neal Pollack’s The Maelstrom.
From today’s post, to whet your appetite:
I consider myself one of the luckiest people I know, but still I suffer from the working-parent blues. Every Wednesday, my heart breaks when I send my four-year-old to Brazilian dancing camp just so I can get my Weekly Standard column done. When I was in my 20s, the magazines I read promised that I could have it all: Children, a career, drugs, and an iguana farm, while still being true to myself and having at least three satisfying orgasms a week. Well, it all was a lie.
Ahh, good writers with blogs. The web is slowly becoming a better place.