Tag Archives: fatherhood

Free Comic Book

I decided to write the comic nobody knows they’ve been waiting for: The Adventures of Sally Wheeler, Substitute Teacher

Bless the Beasts and the Children—Even When the Children Are Beasts

Today, my daughter’s late arrival to preschool came courtesy of Mr. Grumposaurus, our almost-six-year-old. He couldn’t brush his teeth. He couldn’t put on his shoes. His motor skills had degraded to the point that he couldn’t even muster the strength to pull on his coat. “Let’s go!” I exhorted him. (This is the worst thing […]

Daylight Savings

Eventually she sniffled herself to sleep while I reflected on how, even though I am theoretically the adult, I still make some shoddy parenting choices–like getting into a battle of wills with a 3-year-old over whether she can get out of bed to retrieve a tissue. I wondered if I had done permanent and lasting damage to her young psyche.

Things That Don’t Work: “Jutht Call Me Thplit Tongue”

This morning, I was cutting waffles for my kids to eat when my daughter wandered in. “Can I lick the knife?” she asked. I remembered what happened yesterday when I said (and then sang) “no” to her. So I said, “Sure.” Hence the subtitle of this post. Editorial note for the modern social media landscape: […]

Things That Don’t Work

I know a lot of parenting blogs like to share tips about how to be a better parent. I think sharing my failures will be more helpful. And it will mean I have a lot more to post. So here’s what I learned today. If you tell your daughter “no,” and she starts to throw […]

2017: The Year of the Colon: A Review

Musings: Year End Thoughts and Reminiscing: AKA Navel Gazing These are some things I remember from the year that was. (Old joke: They say the knees are the second thing to go. What’s the first? I don’t remember. Har har har.) 2017 was a weird year for me, for our family, and quite possibly for the […]

Back in the Saddle

It’s been nearly a year since I posted anything on this site, and even longer than that since I posted here regularly at all. During that time, I have gotten multiple requests to revive my witty(?) writing. That’s right, multiple–as in more than one.