It’s important to engage in honest self-reflection anytime we go through a period of pronounced change.
I recently engaged in such a self-reflection and came away troubled by how my new role as a parent has changed some of my daily norms.
Namely, I’m worried that parenting is grooming me to be a serial killer. Read More
It only took half of my first road trip as a father to find myself driving down a rural stretch of highway in a foreign country at an uncertain speed with a pocketful of money I don’t know how to spend and absolutely no idea if I’ve already missed my turn. Read More
I’ve been watching my daughter Senita carefully since she was born and today, on the eve of celebrating her six-month birthday, share a few of the lessons I’ve learned from her. Read More
Cold cuts separate us from the barbarians.
Without deli meat we’d simply wander around at lunchtime gnawing on turkey legs and lamb shanks. Read More
I spend my days anxiously cycling through a routine of peek-a-boos, tickles, and funny voices chasing the most elusive laugh I’ve ever sought.
Following are the eight most promising ways I’ve identified to (almost) make a baby laugh: Read More
What are Baby on Board signs supposed to accomplish?
Rules of the road must apply universally across the board or else there’s chaos. Read More
My favorite words to say are “I told you so.”
The words flood my brain with a mixture of dopamine and self-satisfaction that makes me feel exceptional.
I used to feel guilty about this pleasure. Read More
Receiving the “most school spirited” award from my graduating high school class seemed like a meaningless superlative until it became Exhibit A in defending why I should be allowed to graduate. Read More
Nothing is permanent in the summer; the plates are made of paper and the best restaurants are housed in plywood shacks.
Nobody wants to over-exert themselves. We insist our summer movies have loud explosions and easy plots. Even stuffy towns let loose with concerts on the green or movies in the park. Read More
I was just outside the Canadian border in a Cracker Barrel men’s room soothing my shrieking three-month-old daughter as she covered her diapers, clothes, and changing pad with pee when I received my first Dad Nod.
“Been there,” said the middle-aged stranger with a snort and a laugh before unzipping his pants and urinating three feet beside me. My initiation was complete. Read More