Tag: #parenting

A Painful Reminder to Slow Down


I felt it coming for sometime now. I was waiting for it like the way you wait for seasons to change or like the way you wait for something to arrive in the mail. Never knowing exactly when it will arrive, but when it does, your life with be somehow different. Maybe it was the […]

The Awkward Dance of Parenting


Maybe the key to good parenting is knowing when to get the hell out of your child’s way. I bought her flowers. I complimented the elegance of her dress, the loose curls in her hair. I made her laugh and held her hand as we posed for pictures. I escorted her to the car, opened the […]

Santa Claus is a Drug Dealer


My children are drug addicts. Little blue-eyed, bed-wetting drug addicts. It’s 9:30 pm and Cindy and I are staring at them gaunt-eyed and almost drooling as they buzz around the living room like carpenter bees on crack. Over the next ten minutes either Cindy or I (at this point I don’t know who) bark the […]

Why Fatherhood is Like Being an NFL Quarterback


My beloved Philadelphia Eagles trail their division rivals, the Washington Redskins by 5. There’s 20 seconds on the clock. The Eagles are 5-7, floundering in last place a highly competitive NFC East, with their playoff lives on life support. Our quarterback, our white knight, Carson Wentz the strapping young lad from the North Dakota plains, who after 13 games […]

7 Reasons Why My Child is a Suburban Dictator


Don’t be fooled. You’re looking a menace. A television hogger. A fickled eater. A picky dresser. A mess maker. A bed jumper. An interrupter of conversations. And a careless pisser. You’re staring into the soft but tyrannical face of a suburban dictator. This is my youngest child, Dylan. He is 3. And if you let him, he will rule your world. […]

Winning and losing in our instant oatmeal world


In my last post, “Dad. what’s a championship?” I told you that Chase had recently lost his championship soccer game and didn’t care. He was more concerned about a juice box and a bag of Oreos then the sweet tastes of victory. I also told you how proud I was that he brushed off losing […]

“Dad, what’s a championship?”


“Chase, are you ready for today?” “Dad, what’s today?” “What’s today? It’s only the biggest game of your young life. It’s what you worked all season for. It’s the championship!” Chase is sitting at the kitchen table. His hands are behind is back and he’s lapping the strawberry frosting off a donut as if in […]

When Your Child Says the “F” Word


  I wasn’t ready for it. Not yet. I mean, I knew it would come one day like something in the mail, like something I sent away for. But I just didn’t think it would happen on a nondescript morning like this. But parenthood is funny like that. One moment you’re cruising along, one hand […]

A Hard Story to Tell – Part 3


A Hard Story to Tell  is a work of creative nonfiction that recounts the most unnerving experience of my life. The story was released in serial format. This is Part 3.         Part 1.            Part 2. For A.– “Balloons and lollipops. That’s what most kids choke to death on.” That’s what Officer James said through panted […]

A Hard Story to Tell-Part 2


A Hard Story to Tell  is a work of creative nonfiction that will be released in serial format. This is Part 2. Click here to read Part 1. For M.– Two years before Chase started choking, Haley, unfamiliar with the theories of gravity and buoyancy waddled up to the edge of a pool deck, took an innocent, unassuming step and […]