Navigating The Stormy Waters Of Fatherhood
The moment is now. The sky is gray, the ground is cold, and the wind is a subtle chill. Yet both children are outside, together, playing with a stick, a swing, and laughter. My heart is full. We have toys, we have video games, we have games, we have, well, we have too much. So…
Seeing the field isn’t the same as just looking at it. I swear some of the most spiritual moments I have ever had came on a baseball field. I walked past an empty field just yesterday and it was like an old friend was waving. Inviting me to visit. Welcoming me with a warm hug….
A Dadlete Under Where? I used to be an athlete. In my head I was an elite athlete. In reality, I was simply average. But I did all the things – I lifeted, I ran (when I had to), I did plyometrics, I lifted, I threw heavy things. I practiced, practiced, and practiced. I remember…
I wrote this after my son’s party this past weekend, but chose to wait to share it now on his birthday. Sorry for all the metaphorical, figurative language, but that’s where this English teacher’s head was. Enjoy. I doubt the trees know what I am thinking, and somehow I doubt that they would care, but…
This is an old unpublished post that I wrote after a playoff game I watched in 2012. Not sure why I never published it, but after seeing the end result of the Minnesota/Seattle game I thought it would be timely to share. While the focus in this post is on my son (because at the…
Captain’s Log. Diaper Date 2836. Daddy Chronicles. I Left My Baby in the Woods. To be clear, this is not a story desertion, instead this is a coming of age story – I’m just not sure whose. You see, I left my daughter in the woods- for Girl Scout camp. She has been enjoying Girl…
My resume is extensive, and, if I may humbly say so, impressive. No, not my work resume (though I am proud of that). My parenting resume. Ahhh. Now your wheels are turning. Think about it. Think about all the hats we parents wear on a daily basis. It is overwhelming, challenging, and, sometimes, fun. Obviously…
Captain’s Log. Daddy Chronicles. Diaper Date 2105. I always wanted to be a professional wrestler. I grew up in the WWF (now WWE) era of Hulkamania. The training, saying your prayers, and taking your steroids vitamins, brutha. We used to act out all of the moves. My favorite was pretending to be the Hulkster and…
Captain’s Log. Daddy Chronicles. Diaper Date 1751. A week ago Captain and Mrs. Captain held a garage sale. We sold some stuff. Donated some stuff to Goodwill, and still have some stuff. It was harder than the Captain thought it would be. For more reasons than you think. The obvious challenge is setting up the…
Captain’s Log. Daddy Chronicles. Diaper Date 1727. I mentioned in my recent Life of Dad post that I was issuing a challenge. There are 36 Olympic Sports.(Click on the “Sports” dropbox to see them) I want to see how many of the 36 the Poop Deck Community (that’s my name for you guys. Crappy name…