Tricking My Way Into Love
With a 3-week-old son, Valentine’s Day looks different.
The most romantic thing I can do is get up for the 4 AM feeding. Read More
With a 3-week-old son, Valentine’s Day looks different.
The most romantic thing I can do is get up for the 4 AM feeding. Read More
Last year was my daughter’s first Christmas and, God-willing, next year will be my son’s first (he’s due in February).
That alone is enough to fill a cup with cheer and greatly offsets the sorrow from missing so many of our usual traditions this year. 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
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
If a typical New Year’s is the turning of a page, a decade-changing New Year’s is the starting of a new notebook. Read More
My wife and I are at an impasse over just how big of a role Santa Claus will play in our family.
She grew up in a family where Santa gave all of the presents to the kids and I grew up in one where he gave some of the presents and my parents gave the others. Read More
My favorite nap is always the one I’m about to take – especially this year following the birth of my daughter Senita. Read More
First-year parenting decisions set your family expectations. Especially with holiday celebrations where snap decisions snowball into lifetime traditions in the blink of a Christmas tree light.
This week I’m breathing a sigh of relief because of an important Halloween decision my wife Jenny and I made: we’re a store-bought costume household. Read More
Christopher Columbus didn’t sail west in search of new rules of parliamentary procedure, he wanted that next spice everyone would just have to have.
His modern counterparts don’t work for NASA, they work for Frito Lay pushing out new potato chip flavors like Biscuits & Gravy. Read More
Throughout my childhood and well past college, I bought into the belief that summer begins when school gets out and ends when it comes back. This pattern (at least in New England) is modeled after peak crop-growing times and roughly correlates with the passage of seasons.
Then I spent three summers in Austin, Texas (or as they call it: years). Read More