Factory Floor Parenting

“And now, my home has moved from parent culture to safety culture.”

This is love, yo (a Poem for my kids – but not yet)

I recently posted this to twitter and reposting it in an easier-to-read format. I wrote this about being a dad to two teenagers. Maybe you’ll recognize something familiar. This is love, yo Me on the chair Reading a book With you at the water’s edge It’s ok Pretend I am a stranger Yes, you may

Riding in Cars with Budding Adults

A world of people who feel good about themselves would be a much different place than the one we live in today.

Feelings (whoa, whoa, whoa Feelings)

That is what love really is – when you are witnessing those you would die for just being in the moment and embracing the fleeting nature of it all.

Open Heart (Surgery)

Nothing snaps you out of the self pity associated with job uncertainty, divorce, financial instability and overall restlessness like sitting 175 miles away in your home while you know the person who gave birth to you is on a ventilator while someone rewires her heart.

Daylight Savings, Raking Leaves & Beginning with the End

A setting sun, a browning landscape and an emerging winter must still be expressed, regardless of whether it is welcome or not.

Bullying, Looking in the Mirror & Changing Leaves

This “move on” part is the most difficult because this is where we confront our fears and ultimately, bullying is all about intimidation and fear.

Don’t Come In

Being a dad is difficult but it’s also an easy distraction from facing who I really am sometimes.

Letting Go

Admittedly, maybe I have been too busy thinking about my own transition – to single dad – to really take time out and see what is changing with my kids.

The Unbearable Lightness (and occasional darkness) of Being (a Father)

I love my kids. I don’t particularly like them all the time.