Fatherhood

Mar 10, 2011
Several months back, Donald and I decided that it was about time we began addressing our daughter’s play needs.  Which, let’s face it, sounds completely ridiculous. It’s like saying you want to address your cat’s scratching needs.  I mean, THE CAT →MORE...

Dear Charlotte, On Sunday you turned nineteen months old.  For some reason, nineteen months seems so much older, so much BIGGER, than eighteen months. For one thing, you are repeating everything your father and I say.  A few nights ago, one →MORE...

Dear Charlotte, I have never, not ever, been as proud of anyone as I have been of you this past month.  The past few weeks have been a whirlwind of activity and you, wonderful you, have taken it all in stride.  →MORE...

Nothing has made me love or respect my husband more than sharing with him the joy of raising our daughter together.  There is something magical, something indescribably wonderful, about watching a man fall madly in love with his child.  Donald is →MORE...

The thing about being a Grinch and not buying your kid any gifts for the holidays is that people look at you funny.  Real funny.  I think the proper scientific term is TOTAL BEWILDERMENT. Let’s put it this way: I would →MORE...