Behind every successful (definition pending) dad blogger is an amazing woman. Or an amazing man. Or no one at all. I pretty much have no idea where I was going with that, but I do know where I am going this week (how ’bout that professionally awkward segue?) I am […]
Admittedly, I haven’t kept tabs on the product line since its controversial launch last year. Oh, I’ve spied them on toy store shelves, usually picked over and practically empty toy store shelves, meaning that folks out there are digging ’em, but I have no idea how the Lego Friends collection […]
Ask any actively-involved dad what he thinks about the portrayal of papas on TV and you’ll get, at a minimum, a hearty groan. If you’re lucky, you may also receive a face full of rant. Good times. None of us like the dufus dad thing continually perpetrated by Madison Ave. […]
On Tuesday there was giddy chatter about a possible Friday snowstorm. The Bear’s buckle hadn’t yet clicked and she was already telling me about a revolutionary, union-culled consensus amongst the 3rd graders to wear their pajamas inside-out and place a spoon under every pillow on Thursday night. Tonight, as I […]
The kids in grade school teased me because of my big head. They were right. It was, and still is, larger than most. How else am I to store away my super brain? Later, the majority of my classmates in the all-boys prep school I attended for four years thought […]
I’ve not yet been the father of girls ages 7 and 10, or daughters 12 and 15. And I cannot pretend to know how stressful and/or fulfilling having college-aged kids will be. I can only know what I have known, and what I know leads me to declare 5 and […]
It isn’t sweaty 2nd-anniversary sex, broken condoms, or failing to pull out in time. It’s iPhoto, it’s the hundreds upon hundreds of goddamn Kodak moments in folders with names like “Jimmy’s 1st Birthday Party” and “Olivia At Disneyworld – 2008”. That is where babies come from. We parents are suckers. […]
Fool us once, fool us a million times. Our modern-day heroes, the pearly-white toothed smiling faces lifting trophies, getting the girls, selling us razors, and making millions on the backs of their televised accomplishments are nothing more than a 42nd Street card trick, a slight of hand mirage to make […]
