Connor The Barbarian, smiling... To the infant child, one recently born, there’s an interesting twist when it comes to how they perceive his/her father. He’s another guy in the room. Doctors come and go, nurses dispense advice, food and diapers but even if the dad is doing everything to help… he’s another guy in the... Continue Reading →
FREEZE! A Poem about my Son, The Early Riser
He’s up, or so I think. It’s 6:00 am… do not stir, do not blink. If he hears me, he’ll be aware to my presence and will stomp downstairs and muddle in my early-morning affairs. . This is my time, I earned this! I went to bed at 8:30, so I hope it’s just a... Continue Reading →
You Make X, Save Y: When You’re a Dad, ‘Y’ Matters More Than Ever
This a story about a family that represented tightwads back in the day. They referred to this treasured tradition as being, ‘frugal,’ but when you’re a teenage kid, you define it as ‘cheap.’ The best expression I ever heard that referenced frugality was, ‘alligator arms.’ I.e. one’s arms are too short to reach into one’s... Continue Reading →
Teaching Self Defense: A Lesson for Dads Everywhere
My son was threatened at school, and like any parent and I wanted to ensure my son would be able to defend himself if things got ugly. This resulted in an extremely humbling lesson for… the parent himself. Bullies suck I knew this day would arrive sooner than later and it brought back memories of... Continue Reading →
Bourbon-Pepper Pan Sauce and NY Strips: A Vegetarian Nightmare
It was on a cold and snowy Sunday when I made one of my first proper pan sauces. Thankfully, it did not suck. Frankly, that’s all I aim for as an amateur chef, and the cooking Gods will smack me down if I associate the word ‘chef’ with my name ever again. This dish turned... Continue Reading →