Don’t Call Me “Mr. Mom”
It degrades my wife (and all working moms) when people call me “Mr. Mom.”
My daughter already has a mom and she’s clearly better at it than yours if you’re saying something so stupid. Read More
It degrades my wife (and all working moms) when people call me “Mr. Mom.”
My daughter already has a mom and she’s clearly better at it than yours if you’re saying something so stupid. Read More
I’m not spinning my version of events to make it seem like this global pandemic is a blessing in disguise.
It’s ok to acknowledge when a situation absolutely sucks. Read More
It took me a long time to find the courage to embrace my own vulnerability instead of going after easy targets.
Once I did, I immediately saw the value of not simply entertaining other people but connecting with them. Read More
Though I don’t actually know any of my neighbors, I see enough on my walks to learn a little about their lives and let my imagination fill in the rest. Read More
Everybody loves a surprise, but nobody loves every surprise.
Before we married, I made Jenny promise she would never throw me a surprise party. The very thought of everyone I know scheming behind my back makes me cringe. I don’t understand the appeal. Read More
If an alien randomly selected my home to learn about mankind, it would believe that the baby monitor is a deity I both worship and fear.
The baby monitor is the first thing I reach for in the morning and the last thing I look at most nights. It is a constant reminder that for the next several years, I’ll rarely ever be alone. Read More
FOMO (the fear of missing out) is natural. We all have it.
But when left unchecked, FOMO can make you miserable. That’s why, even before social distancing became the latest craze, I’ve practiced JOMO: The Joy of Missing Out. Read More
I’m one of those people who have already turned the phrase “out of an abundance of caution” into a cliche. Read More
Even in our darkest moments, there is joy.
Sometimes it’s just hard to see. Read More
Any time adults are playing a game at one of my family parties, a niece or nephew inevitably wants to join. When this happens with Wiffle Ball, we let them get a free at bat in between innings.
Toddlers have an amazing batting average in my family wiffle ball games. Read More