My father’s birthday 

My father pushed away the oxygen tube from his face and strained to get down on the kitchen floor to play with my daughter. My wife had given birth a few weeks before to our middle son, so my daughter was two in picture of the two of them that I keep in my desk... Continue Reading →

Turning 50!

When I look in the mirror in the morning, I see a young kid looking back at me. I wipe the steam from the mirror and a recent college graduate, in the big city, off on his own for the first time, stares back at me. He looks younger. I don’t see quite the same... Continue Reading →

From changing diapers to waving goodbye

I used to cut my son’s dinner for him in small chunk sized bites. Now he lectures me on what I should and should not be eating and how I should incorporate a protein drink into my work-out routine. I used to go to our basement to play video games with my son. We’d play... Continue Reading →

Giving Father Time the heave-ho

My wife recently celebrated a big milestone birthday. Leading up to the big day, I noticed that she was feeling a bit self-aware about the milestone. The usual stuff, everyone complains about getting older: She woke up one day worrying that the pain in her knee had gotten worse because she was a year older.... Continue Reading →

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