Tag Archives: fatherhood

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.

The Mean, Lean 2015

(See a whole messy history of my years in review at 2014 In the Rear View). 2015 was a good year for me, overall. My son, who is 3 1/2 years old now, continues to become a really cool guy. He’s developing a sense of humor to rival my own–although there’s debate about whether that’s […]

A Requiem for Murray

I’ve read a fair number of these things and more than a few of them are written in second person. That bothers me. First, who is this writer to tell me how I feel? Second, it implies there’s some sort of universality to the experience…you WILL feel these emotions. Oh, the experience I’m talking about: […]

Cranky x2

I know I’ve been sporadic about posting here, but I promise you, I have about a million things making me cranky. Hopefully I will get time to post at least 100,000 of them before the end of the decade. I can’t promise that my more frequent posts will be happening any time in the immediate […]

Dads are Parents Too

My wife has a thing for magazines. Especially if they’re free. So with baby #2 on the way, our visits to the ob-gyn office have resulted in even more stacks of reading material sitting around the house. So I picked up one called Parenting, to see what kind of advice I could glean from it. […]

Two Years Ago…

(Our son at 1 day old…) Two years ago at this time, I had no idea who our son was. I was unaware of how our lives were about to change. I’d be remiss not to start off with some mention of my wife, since she has been, quite frankly, instrumental in this process of […]