I was that asshole mom at the football game on Saturday. The one with her laptop open on the sideline. My husband coaches two teams, so we’re there early for the first game, and I sat in my camp chair working while other parents cheered around me. When my son’s team played, the laptop went away. But I’m pretty sure a few people drove home convinced I’m a terrible person. Maybe context helps. Maybe it doesn’t. Last week was one of those weeks. This work has ebbs and flows, and some weeks are...