Lose the smartphone

The little boy had a Spiderman backpack and raced up and down the sidewalk, while his mother held tight to her dog and leaned against a neighbor’s fence, her head down looking at her smartphone. Coming back from a coffee run, I drove past several small groups of moms and dad, all different ages and... 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 →

What they fail to tell you about becoming a parent

When you become a parent, the hospital nurses on the maternity floor give your darling new baby a bath or two, physically check the backseat of your car to make sure that you have the car seat locked in correctly, and then send you on your merry way. The nurses don’t give you an instructions... Continue Reading →

“Cranking it out”

I warned my son. I gave him reminders. I warned him that the start of the school year was coming fast. I even offered a few harsh stories from my own past – stories of me procrastinating and paying a hefty price. Of course, my son didn’t listen. 'Just get it done' He’s taking an... Continue Reading →

Climbing the monkey bars of parenthood

When my daughter was five or six-years old, she used to like to climb the ladder to the monkey bars or the hanging ropes at the local playground. She’d take a step or two, look back at me, and then go back to the ladder. One of her feet would inevitably get tangled or come... Continue Reading →

On the road again

My mother, with a little help from God, is getting her sweet revenge. When I was a kid in high school, my mother would have to regularly pick me up from cross country or track practice. Our coach would end practice in the early evening and like clockwork my mother would be there to pick... Continue Reading →

A family of five

I have a bad habit. We’re a family in constant motion. We’re very rarely ever together anymore. Someone’s always off doing something, so when we go to a party or event, I inevitably get asked where one of my kids is. I’ve gotten into the habit of saying that we left the missing party along... Continue Reading →

Putting in my request for Father’s Day

I don’t need a new tie or a fancy new watch. I don’t need a new grill or any new barbecue utensils. I don’t need a t-shirt or coffee mug with "The World's Greatest Dad" stenciled in bold script. Father’s Day is coming up this Sunday and I don’t need or want any presents. In preparation... Continue Reading →

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