This post was made possible through the support of Goodwill. All opinions are my own. I might eschew the populist notion that there is something called Valentine’s Day and I don’t really acknowledge the fiction that is Father’s Day, but what I DO celebrate is Baseball Opening Day and the […]
Wanna hear me? Of course you do, because…reading? Who reads anymore? Listen to Jeff Bogle of OWTK wax poetic about parenting, Purity Balls, frozen food and My Little Pony backpacks on two great podcasts.
The Pacific Ocean. The warmth of the sun cutting through a cool breeze coming in off the coast. Feet dug into the soft sand. Again the juxtaposition of disparate temperatures. The crashing of waves. Kids with pants rolled up, unprepared for this impromptu pit stop, jumping into the water as […]
*Big thanks to The Huffington Post for also running with this humorous back to school / parent-teacher conference post! Twice a year they meet with us, many of us, in 20-minute increments, stacked like six-packs of 4×4 In-n-Out Burgers (Protein Style, natch.) In hallways we wait, we sit and we […]
The same guy has transformed me twice. And I barely know him. Whit Honea’s work on his own blog, Honea Express, as well as for the online magazines with enough sense to employ him, have long made me try harder with my own storytelling. His poetic flair for deep imagery […]
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. […]
I wrote and published this story about a young woman walking her dog, female body image, wet hair, and a wish for my own daughters on The Huffington Post the day before my sweet orange tabby cat went missing. If there is any karma in this world, this same woman […]
I had been moved to tears on five separate occasions, and we were only 90 minutes into the 2-day conference. This was going to be one looooong-ass weekend. Deep, primal emotions were stirred in my (shrinking, but still large) 6’ 4” frame from the jump, without a single moment to […]
