There is an unrelenting monotony to the stay-at-home dad life but my daughter has the exact same day as me and always finds it magical.
When I got excited that a school bus was passing our house, I realized that her joy is the antidote to the monotony. Read More
I don’t like change and I hate things I have no control over so anticipating new neighbors put me out of my comfort zone.
Every morning I expected the beeping sound of a moving truck to replace my privacy with something entirely distasteful like snarling dogs, brunch-prone twenty-somethings, or competitive badminton players.
Nobody wants their weekends interrupted by people grunting over shuttlecocks. Read More
If you asked me before Mom died to guess what that first Thanksgiving would look like, I never would’ve gone with gas station meatballs eaten in the passenger seat of an idling car. Read More
Last month I left my home for the last time (after selling it to move two towns down the road).
I’ve left many homes before but never quite like this. Read More
My immediate reaction upon hearing that a Beefalo was on the loose in Plymouth, Connecticut was to wonder, “Did they just say beefalo?” Yes, they did.
A beefalo (I’ve since learned) is a cross between a buffalo and a cow that is raised to produce larger and leaner quantities of meat per animal slaughtered.
Google it; they’re pretty badass. Read More
Tomorrow is the last day before I turn 40.
I’ve been reflecting on a year of my life per day in the 40 days leading up to my 40th birthday.
Truthfully, it feels like those 40 days have taken longer than the initial 40 years themselves. Read More
Resilience was the unifying thread running through my life from my mid-20s through my early 30s. Read More
My main question during these years was: will I ever be a great man? Read More
I wasn’t particularly good at puberty though I certainly tried my best.
I paid lots of attention to what other people did because I was still trying to figure out what I should do. Read More
One of my earliest memories is standing by my kindergarten classroom door too embarrassed to join the costume parade outside because I just realized that my homemade kangaroo costume’s pouch means that I’m dressed as a girl. Read More
