A Memory of a Father

Recently a friend of mine, someone I've known most of my 42 years on this Earth, called late one night and told me his father had unexpectedly died. I hadn't seen his father in years, and the last few times were merely in passing, but the news floored me. Honestly, it hit harder than it … Continue reading A Memory of a Father


Parenting Lessons from Skipping Rocks

"Now hold it just like this, like a frisbee, but smaller." His large, dark, rough hands would move my chubby little fingers on the oblate river rock. "It's all in the snap. In the wrist. You have to get low and snap your hand forward, but hook the rock with your finger so it spins. … Continue reading Parenting Lessons from Skipping Rocks

Life Changing Moments are Overrated Anyway

We all have those times in our lives where there is a definitive moment, a life changing realization, where things will never be the same. For many of us, it involves something amazing. Perhaps you found God or religion in the unlikeliest of places. My pet sitter found Buddhism in my bathroom once when I … Continue reading Life Changing Moments are Overrated Anyway

I Was a Lost Boy Too

His name was Patrick and he was lost. And he wasn't just lost, he was hopelessly, frantically lost and no one saw him. He was running around the Merry-Go-Round in Funland, just inside the Boardwalk at Rehoboth Beach, among the sweaty throngs of shore-dwellers who have long since left the sandy beaches, have gorged themselves … Continue reading I Was a Lost Boy Too

The Hand We Are Dealt

"Dad, I'm Black like you." A simple statement from my son, spoken nearly a year ago. One born from a child's perspective on what it means to be Black or White. Sometimes, simple understandings are the truest ones. In this case, it was fortunately not true. He is not Black, like me. I am not … Continue reading The Hand We Are Dealt

The Dwindling Mythos of the Father-figure.

I wonder if things would have turned out differently for the Olympians if Zeus would have ever climbed down from Mt. Olympus and just played catch with Ares. Or Hephaestus. Or any of his dozens of children for that matter.  I wonder that if he took a more modern role in raising his children, there … Continue reading The Dwindling Mythos of the Father-figure.

Your teen is an idiot, but that may be okay

While I was watching one of my students try to pull a staple out of his tongue, it occurred to me, perhaps for the hundredth time that week, that teenagers are idiots.  They truly are, and no one is exempt.  I say this as a teacher, a parent (granted my oldest is only eight, but I … Continue reading Your teen is an idiot, but that may be okay