To My Friends with Kids: Sorry I’ve Been Avoiding You

To My Friends with Kids: Sorry I’ve Been Avoiding You

Hey pal, hope you’re doing well.

Sorry that I’ve been avoiding you since you became a parent. It seemed like a lot to handle and I didn’t want to get in the way.

Also, I had very little interest in your kids. No interest at all, to be honest.

But now I have my own kid so that’s changed. Self-interest has made me a better man. We should hang out again sometime! Read More

We All Need a Break from Politics

We All Need a Break from Politics

On Super Bowl Sunday this year, I was live texting my take on the Puppy Bowl to a couple of old college pals, as any red-blooded American man does.

With genuine interest, I surveyed my friends to find out which ones were “Team Ruff” and which were “Team Fluff.” One of my angrier friends replied, “whichever team supports my right to bear arms under the second amendment.”

When politics has reached the Puppy Bowl, nothing is safe. Read More

I Felt that I Belonged at Church - Until I learned I Didn’t

I Felt that I Belonged at Church – Until I Learned I Didn’t

I’ve sporadically attended the same Congregational Church for almost all of my life. I was baptized there and went through years of Sunday School as a child. In the pews, I’d see my friends, next door neighbors, and several teachers.

I went to preschool in the building (where my mother was President of the PTA), raced pinewood derby cars as a cub scout in their rec room, and participated in the Christmas play.

If there was ever a place I felt like I belonged, it was at my church – until I learned I didn’t. Read More

Daddy Karaoke

Daddy Karaoke

Participating in school musicals is the most on-point preparation I’ve had for parenting.

They prepared me for the clunky emotional transitions that have me spontaneously bursting into song whenever it seems like the baby might cry.

I always found it peculiar when townspeople in musicals started bouncing up and down to ramp up a song from the leading man, but then I had a baby and started immediately bouncing her on my knee at the slightest sign of a furrowed brow.

Oh, we’ve got trouble my friend, right here in infant city. Read More