Months had passed since my 40th birthday. I was at a tipping point. I had to change. “Fine,” for me, just is not good enough.
When I think about our adoption, I recall about 99 percent joy and 1 percent pain. I choose to swim in the deep end of joy most days.
Leagues have their hearts in the right place to demand decorum from spectators, but I haven’t seen the “don’t” rules work.
Having battled his own childhood weight issues, a dad addresses his child’s love of eating and not exercising now.
At times, I do babysit – counting down the time until Mom returns home or trying to think of how my wife would act before doing so myself.