I Know We Can’t Go Back, So I’ll Savor My Baby Today
I used to grab him every morning at 5 a.m. when he’d cry out for me. I’d trudge my tired…
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I used to grab him every morning at 5 a.m. when he’d cry out for me. I’d trudge my tired…
Continue Reading“Hey, Daddy! Look! There’s a turtle sitting by our front door,” one of my children announced excitedly on a hot…
Continue ReadingEvery day, he’s a little less little boy. I see the transformation in the swagger he’s perfecting, so much more confident…
Continue ReadingIt seems like yesterday I was watching you dance in my belly, anxiously awaiting your arrival. Now you’re going to…
Continue ReadingAt age seven, my family moved into a dairy-farm house built in the early 1900s. And, while the house still…
Continue ReadingI don’t usually put my oldest son to bed. My wife does his bedtime while I do my younger son’s.…
Continue ReadingI had a wretched evening. My middle school son and I battled over his schoolwork and I felt completely discouraged.…
Continue ReadingYou never know. Before that late-night feeding. Or that hand hold as you stroll along the sidewalk. Before the leap…
Continue ReadingI started warning you about middle school a long time ago. Heights are awkward, bodies are changing, skin is uncooperative,…
Continue ReadingAs parents, we don’t let our kids go all at once . . . but in countless ordinary moments that…
Continue ReadingTo my middle kid, I’m in the middle, too. I stayed home with you and your brothers today because you’re…
Continue ReadingGrowing up, we lived in a two-bedroom, one bath, 700 square foot duplex. It wasn’t situated in the nicest part…
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