I am a stay at home dad with my two daughters who are a lot stronger than they look. When I'm not cooking, cleaning, dancing, reading, teaching, playing or protecting my eyes and groin, I am writing about this whole experience in all of its ridiculousness.
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Not long ago, the four of us took an unfamiliar walk together. Up a dirt road, through the trees and the sound of wind and water, we walked through the light drizzle of the end of winter and the beginning … Continue reading
Feeling unprepared is a pretty big part of parenthood. In a way, it’s kind of a theme. You might have thought every imaginable angle through and considered all the hypotheticals, but you’re never really prepared in the true sense of … Continue reading
All of this kerfuffle about whether or not the Boy Scouts should allow homosexuals into their group has me thinking of an old friend. I’m not sure I should really call him a friend as I haven’t spoken to him … Continue reading
This parenting gig is about as predictable as a speed dating event sponsored by Ambien and Wild Turkey. But, there are a few guarantees. You will say things that you would never think would come out of your mouth. Your … Continue reading
It feels like it was a cool fall morning, but considering that it was Southern California, it may have been any time of year. Dad and I drove out to the edge of East County, where suburbia gives way to … Continue reading
It happened twice over the course of one week. Both times my wife told me that she needed to talk to me, that preface that almost never means an enjoyable conversation is to follow. Our daughters had approached her – … Continue reading
I was going through some old short stories I wrote and found this one. It was a (rejected) entry in a past round of NPR’s Three Minute Fiction contest. I like it and would love to know what you think. … Continue reading