Tag: #parenting

Oranges (or raising a 10 year old)


~This is a new post~ An older woman with black-rimmed eyeglass and a red fedora is peeling an orange. Her unpainted and clipped finger nails strip away the dimpled skin. She didn’t know, or pretended not to care, that I was watching her peel and place both the skin and pith in a paper towel […]

I suspect all parents are frauds


This week a student told me I must be the world’s greatest dad. I laughed. “What makes you believe that?” “Because you always seem to have a great answer for every question.” Flattered, sure, but there’s a big difference at being good English teacher and being a parent. Teaching literature and writing is easy.  Parenting […]

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 […]

I’m watching It’s a Wonderful Life with my son…


I’m watching It’s a Wonderful Life with my son, Chase, when in between handfuls of popcorn he asks two questions: Why did people back then only see in black and white? Why did George want to jump off the bridge? Question one was easy to answer but difficult for my 8 year my son to understand. […]

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 […]

I’ve come to suspect that all parents are frauds.


This week a student told me I must be the world’s greatest dad. I laughed. “What makes you believe that?” “Because you always seem to have a great answer for every question.” Flattered, sure, but there’s a big difference at being good English teacher and being a parent. Teaching literature and writing is easy.  Parenting […]

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 […]

When Your Child Realizes How Cruel The World Can Be


Hours before my daughter’s 10th birthday I committed murder. Call me heartless, call me a bastard but since I don’t own a gun or crossbow–I did it with a hammer. Trust me, I didn’t want to do it. But, as life teaches, sometimes you have to do things you never thought you would do. I […]

A Letter to My Daughter On Her 10th Birthday


Dear Haley, It’s incredible. It really is. 10 years ago, a nurse loaded you and your mom into the back seat of our silver Chevy Malibu, shut the door, stepped back, smiled, waved and suddenly our lives began together. Jarring as it was–sometimes life is that cut and dry. One day you’re curled inside your mother […]