I played Life—the board game—for the first time ever while down south visiting Firstborn and family. It wasn’t long before my nape early warning system went on high alert. The little hairs back there stood on end. If they were able to jump up and down, I believe they would have. I couldn’t put my finger on it at first, but my primal instincts were going bat guano crazy trying to tell me that something about that game wasn’t on the up and up. Continue reading »