Navigating The Stormy Waters Of Fatherhood
I’m sitting here in a hallway of a school in which I do not teach. It’s the sixth facility I have occupied in the last 7 days that I don’t work in. This is one of those things they don’t tell you about in those parenting classes. Kids take you places. You learn things, meet…
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…
You see I told the students that William Shakespeare (assuming you do not believe that he plagiarized his many works) discovered something fascinating. They didn’t believe me. So I leaned in close like I was telling a secret and I repeated the declaration.
Parenthood is funny. The longer I’m a parent the more I realize I don’t know what I’m doing. Every now and again I flirt with poetry. This blog has always been more about exploration than anything else. I want to thank my good friend Andre from birthedintofatherhood.com who really helped me rearrange some incoherent thoughts…
Captain’s Log. Daddy Chronicles. Diaper Date 2120. One of the many chores duties that I perform is being the waste management officer of our household. That’s right…I take out the trash. It is a fairly routine disgusting weekly ritual. I walk the rooms, empty the cans, and then take the bags to the curb. The…