“Tuesday,” I repeated, my voice rising quickly on the last syllable, a vocal jump toward the edge of inquiry. “Did you say Tuesday?” I asked, now fully committed to the line of questioning. “Sure,” he said. “I’ll pick you at 7.” I put it on my calendar. I checked again to make sure the day was right. Then I started wondering what Wednesday would be like. Would I find the strength to carry on? Honestly, I don’t know why the idea of grabbing a beer with a friend on a Tuesday night registered the way it did. I’ve done social things on plenty of Tuesdays. And there’s a fairly good chance … [Read more...]
At the start of Beauty and the Beast, maybe 15 minutes in, Princess Belle is dancing in a meadow. She breaks out into song, like you do. What I see, as a father, is not the story of a woman who falls in love with an abuser. Well, I do see that. But what I see as a suburban father (and homeowner) is a field full of weeds. Oh, I'm sure others may call them "wildflowers" or "set design." However, to the highly trained suburban dad, I call them "shit that ruins my yard." Princess Belle needs to lay down some weed and feed. A whole crap ton, actually. She would probably be better suited to just … [Read more...]
Fatherhood causes one to be reflective about a great many things. There is the grand mystery of life itself, the mystery of those weird silica packets that come in brand new shoes. (Really, why are they there and why do they tell you not to eat them? How many people eat things that come in shoes? Really.). And there is the mystery of one’s own childhood. A lot of people like to blame their parents for things. Today, I would like to do something different. I need to atone for some things. So … Mom, I am sorry. I am sorry for the pain I caused you through the sheer joy of mischief … [Read more...]
Earlier this summer, my kids and I embarked on a 600-mile road trip without my wife. Many people thought I was crazy, including, most notably, my wife. As is almost always the case, she was right.
The drive from our home in Florida to North Carolina was a grind and the fact that we had to turn around and do it all over again in just a few days was downright brutal. The in-between part while we were on what some might call a "vacation" wasn’t exactly a walk in the park either, although … [Read more...]
Someone at the park handed me their phone number today. I’m planning on calling them tonight! If you are a little confused at this point that’s understandable. I am a 35-year-old man with an amazing wife of six years and three awesome kids. Why am I still getting girl’s phone numbers? I never said I was getting a girl's phone number: the digits I’m getting these days are of fellow stay-at-home dads. If you thought it was awkward to ask a girl for her phone number in a bar when you were 21, try asking another grown man for his phone number at the playground. It is not just awkward, but a … [Read more...]