My almost-four-year-old knows we are in a drought. At least she has heard me say it enough times that the term itself has started to register. “Turn off that hose, we are in a drought!” “No, I’m not going to fill the tub for you again, baby, California is in a drought.” But, as all(…)
Dear Aaron, Unsolicited parenting pearls are like rashy asses
Since starting this blog in February, my three year old daughter and I have been given opportunities to embark on adventures
J and I are lying about on the floor. I’m stroking her head with a wet cloth and she is looking up appreciatively through those tell-tale, droopy eyes. She has fallen feverish and I’ve just gone through the ritual call to the advice nurse and been told to hang tight and watch for A, B, or C to happen in the coming days. Same old story. Call us when she’s 104. They never share a father’s sense of urgency.
For some reason I tell J. about a friend of mine who found out he was sick about a month ago, and not the kind of sick that a cold compress and a Pedialyte popsicle can do much for.
Oren has stage four cancer
A few weeks back, during the lead up to Father’s Day, I was an avid giveaway clicker. They were all over the internet. Brands were giving away everything from grooming products to mega-grills to meat buckets. I even hosted my own Kimpton Hotels and Restaurants giveaway. I was trying my luck at every turn when(…)
In case you missed it: We are a Redskins family. That is to say, I was born and spent a great deal of my life in the Washington D.C. metropolitan area and, personally, bleed burgundy and gold. My wife gets in to the good times, of which there are few, of late, and my(…)
Well I never dreamed we would need a press section but here it is. Yesterday, Father’s Day, Pat Thurston was gracious enough to interview me on KGO about our new book, Dads Behaving Dadly. I can’t thank Pat and her producer, Lynne, enough. The way they treated me was, indeed, a treat. I can’t(…)
Howdy, friends and neighbors. Nap time, for the kids, here at the At-Home Dad House. Which means that with a little bit of luck I’ll have time to polish off this second, exciting installment of Dads I Dig. If you are reading this, than I suppose I am one lucky dad dude. If you aren’t(…)
There is a pitch-black place in the center of my constitution. An inescapable, dark part of my makeup. A place where my father departed far too soon and my mother, who had issues of her own to contend with and consequently could never seem to see the forest for the trees, decided to deny us(…)