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. (Read the rest)
San Francisco Bay Area Dad
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 kids can correctly identify the legendary logo all over our house and know enough to cover their ears on Sunday afternoons. (Read the rest)
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. (Read the rest)
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. (Read the rest)
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 all. (Read the rest)
Digging through the archives and late to the #tbt party, I unearth this one. A perfect Spring day, a handful of years ago, with me and my Baby Lady. We were out and about. Clarion Alley. Enjoying the little things. When we stumbled upon the band recording a video for their song, “Little Things.” Sorry, but you’ll have to watch it to the end to catch the magic. (Read the rest)
This is happening as we speak. Be sure to catch our breakdown of the day spent with NBC’s Today Show. Coming soon!
Ciao for now,
There is an elephant in the room at our house and that is not a self-deprecating fat joke.
The elephant is race, and I find myself thinking a great deal these days about its connotations and its future effects on my daughters. (Read the rest)