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The Amazing Zach Rosenberg Does It Again — 25 Reasons Kids Should Be Left Alone With Their Dads
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The Amazing Zach Rosenberg Does It Again — 25 Reasons Kids Should Be Left Alone With Their Dads

Sometimes, there’s an internet dust-up about kids being left alone with their dads. Oh, this isn’t because something bad happened when a child spent quality alone time with their father, no, this is because some mom with an audience decided to roast all dads by penning some hideous diatribe on […]

16 Things I Want My Daughters To Know Right Now
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16 Things I Want My Daughters To Know Right Now

As they begin to navigate tween waters, here’s 16 things I want my girls to know.

The Kid’s Birthday Party Planning Existential Crisis
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The Kid’s Birthday Party Planning Existential Crisis

Two weeks ago, I stood in the middle of a madhouse. Kids in electric-orange socks, like a too-bright dystopian fantasy, sprinted past me in every direction. What was missing was the heavy arm of an unseen totalitarian regime. Only, it wasn’t exactly missing. I stood there, sneakers off, firmly in […]

Why Raising Strong Girls Is Not Enough
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Why Raising Strong Girls Is Not Enough

In a vacuum, the notion that we dads and moms and other parties involved in the childhood business will positively impact the world simply by placing more decent, kind, confident, strong, and loving girls into it is a fallacy. A utopian dream. A marketing ploy. A wish upon a star. […]

They Will Never Again
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They Will Never Again

They are equidistant to the end of the beginning and the beginning of the end. It’s nowhere and somewhere and everywhere in a single syllable, a crayon scribble, a high five, a punch to the gut, a sideways smile, a stubbed toe, an isolated frame from a camera struggling to […]

Not Alone, But With No One
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Not Alone, But With No One

I was the over-sized cargo shorts in the back row, on the aisle. I was the Fidel Castro shirt-jacket, pressed up tightly against the wall, eyes closed, mouthing every word. I apologize for playing so much air bass guitar, and so flamboyantly. I couldn’t help myself. I was the shaggy […]

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