Tag: fatherhood

Have you ever wanted to quit?


Have you ever wanted to quit? Have you ever started a project bright-eyed, busy-tailed, and ever-optimistic? Have you ever thought– this project will be easy. Then, and rather suddenly– did the project prove difficult? Did things go wrong? Did you sweat and swear and want to quit? This week, Cindy asked if I could replace […]

The 100% Lie


The 100% Lie Perhaps the greatest lie of the 21st century is: If you just drink this drink, take this pill, buy this car then you will feel great. Ingest this, buy that and all your aches, pains, sufferings as well as– your failures, regrets, worries, and burdens will magically melt away and you will […]

Losing my cool


The other day I lost my cool. I yelled at my son. A hot, loud dad-snarl. He was already in trouble for lying about his homework the night before and his attitude toward me sent me seeing red. I stalked toward him and saw fear flash across his face. No matter your age, seeing your […]

A letter to my daughter on her 11th birthday


The following is a letter to my daughter who turned 11 this week. Dear Haley, Happy 11th Birthday! You’re now old enough to know that after all the books, after the classes, after all the stuff– the crib, the bottles, the baby wipe warmer, the jars of mashed apricots, after the advice from your grandparents […]

Our children need gardeners not gods.


As parents, it’s our fundamental responsibility to recognize that our young children see us as gods. This declaration unnerves me. My three children are under under 10.  In their eyes I’m a flawless, precise, all-powerful, all-knowing god.  I am the law. The 10 commandments of suburbia.  My words are gospel. And when I shake my […]

The Joy of Watching My Son Discover Rock n’ Roll You can't start a fire without a spark...


A few weeks ago my 8 year-old son, Chase, dressed up as Bruce Springsteen for a school project. Ever since, he hasn’t stopped listening to Springsteen. Here’s a video of him flossing to “Dancing in the Dark”. My parents taught me that music, is as good as any subject, to bond with your child. Growing […]

The morning after a neurologist found my brain damage I went to work. The story of the blue collar patient


Cindy told me to stay home. Put my feet up. Watch daytime television. Rest. But I insisted on going to work. “I have too much work to do.” I was teaching Cormac McCarthy’s novel The Road. Set in a post-apocalyptic world, the novel chronicles a father-son relationship and argues a father’s chief duty, no matter […]

When your youngest child learns to ride a bike… Long may you ride, my son


I bet you can tell me when and where you learned to ride a bike. I was 5 and learned in white concrete alley behind our red brick Philadelphia row house. The bike was red with black rubber handle grips and solid plastic wheels. A few days earlier, Dad and I bought the bike from […]

Do the heavy lifting first, kid A lesson from my father


Just as we develop our physical muscles through overcoming opposition – such as lifting weights – we develop our character muscles by overcoming challenges and adversity.– Stephen Covey As a teenager, I spent the summers working for my father’s business. Bell Pallet would remove and repair a company’s unwanted pallets for resale. It was dirty, […]

For the Philadelphia Sports Fan, Championship Games are Generational


When I was a kid my dad use to carry me through the silver turnstiles that guarded the concrete spaceship known as Veterans Stadium so we could watch bad baseball, together. In the mid 1980’s the Phillies were a bad baseball team. So bad that if you went to the supermarket and bought an 8 […]