When our COVID quarantine began, I was cautious about having my wife Jenny cut my hair.
While I eventually let my guard down and trusted her, she immediately dismissed my offer to cut her hair. I get it. Read More
How good is Connecticut at social distancing?
Our most popular sports team has been in North Carolina since 1997. Read More
I woke up Thursday morning with an overwhelming feeling of shame.
I asked my wife if she would prefer that I was a frog. She answered “no,” but she hesitated. Read More
It only took me two weeks of Zoom yoga to wonder if I have the soul of an old pine tree.
Towards the end of that class I lay on my side focusing on my breath. I looked out my patio door up into the tree’s gently swaying branches. Each needle and branch moved gracefully with the evening breeze while the trunk itself stood stoic, strong, and calm.
As I bore witness to stillness’ majesty, I thought, “that should be me. I should be more like a large pine tree.” Read More
A shameful percentage of my adult life has been spent either bemoaning the sad state of a gas station’s free air machine or crawling under my car with a cell-phone flashlight desperately seeking the black plastic air cap after knocking it over with the hose.
Now, that part of my life is over thanks to a 3-gallon oilless pancake air compressor I was given by my wife and daughter on Father’s Day. Read More
I didn’t know very much about babies before my wife Jenny and I had one.
In fact, the two things I thought I knew (pregnancy begins with sex and babies take 9 months to grow) were immediately shut down on our first doctor’s visit (turns out pregnancy begins on the first day of the woman’s last period and a full-term baby is 39 to 40 weeks). Read More
I was standing at the edge of a dock surrounded by a large lake at two-in-the-morning the first time I told someone that my wife Jenny was pregnant and I might finally become a dad.
I practically whispered it into the darkness to make sure that our other friends gathered back around the campfire onshore wouldn’t hear. Read More
The good parts of these protests have made me very hopeful for the sort of world my daughter might know and experience when she’s my age.
It’s like going to a vow renewal ceremony for a couple that’s always fighting and saying, “wow, they might actually love each other,” even though you clearly see them still bickering under their breaths and hear their kids in the parking lot throwing firecrackers at each other. Read More
Somewhere around my fifteenth time (before noon) reading the children’s book Brown Bear, Brown Bear What Do You See?, I had a realization.
I happily repeat the same book to my 15-month-old daughter because just as we are physically “what we eat,” we are culturally “what we consume.” Read More
My wife Jenny and I are celebrating our fifth wedding anniversary this weekend.
It’s hard taking a trip when you’ve lost the desire to travel, the airline canceled your flights, and the resort is closed.
So this year we’re traveling down memory lane: the price is right and the amenities make us feel like we’re right at home. Read More