A different kind of Father’s Day

I won’t see my kids this Father’s Day. My two oldest are in California and Washington, D.C. My youngest has been away at the beach this past week and will be just getting home on Sunday, but I’m pretty sure he’ll be wiped out from his week away and am not counting on seeing much... Continue Reading →

Things I would tell myself as a young father

I have three children. I have one kid who carries a 100-pound pack up rugged hills and across the hot desert at his Marine Corps base in California. (Can you still call your son a kid when he can buy a round of tequila shots for his buddies?) I have another kid working and living in... Continue Reading →

You’re needed in the ICU stat: A hospital visit from an 11-year-old’s perspective

The nurse in the Intensive Care Unit looked down at her clipboard and then back up at my mother. She explained that my father had been in-and-out of conscious much of the day and his condition remained unchanged. His blood pressure and heart rate were improving, but not out of the woods. She encouraged my... Continue Reading →

From one parent to another

I had plenty of things I wanted to tell the couple. The thoughts floated in and out of my head like colorful fireworks going off on a clear Fourth of July night. They would blast onto the scene, make a bright entrance, and then disappear into a dark void. I wanted to tell them to... Continue Reading →

A memorable Father’s Day

One year for Father’s Day, I got a colorful tie with Winnie the Pooh, Tigger and a pot of honey. Another year, I got a coffee cup to take to work. Over the years, my kids have surprised me with a more than a few "Father's Day Breakfasts in Bed."  I’ve enjoyed all my presents,... Continue Reading →

Welcoming our new babies

Our house is all a twitter. We haven’t had a newborn baby in it in more than a decade and now we have two. Oh, what a joyous surprise.  They’re beautiful like all babies are. They’re soft and fluffy and have that smell that only newborns can have. They need constant attention and food. My... Continue Reading →

Tired daddy

I get up and walk downstairs to our kitchen to pour myself a cold glass of milk. I sit down at the kitchen table, the only light coming from a street light outside our house, and take a sip.  I can’t sleep.  My mind is racing with a million thoughts.  Crying baby girl In the... Continue Reading →

A battle of the generations

My youngest son likes to poke fun of me. One of his favorite recent statements is that my generation—Generation X—messed everything up for future ones. He’s of course talking about global warming, the political divide that separates our country right now, our reliance on gas and oil, the anger between the races, etc., etc. He’s... Continue Reading →

The moments in my life that I’ve been at my best as a father

I gulped down the last of my coffee. It was late in the day for me to be drinking coffee, but I had worked a full ten-hour day and still had five hours in the car until I reached my daughter’s campus. We’d probably grab some fast-food and then start our drive back home. My... Continue Reading →

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 →

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