No, My Son Is Not My Friend
I’m equal parts father, clown, and plaything; I sit down with the Legos, I cheer for his victories and, yes, I call him “buddy.”
The 5 Parenting Lessons I Learned Training a Dog (I Know, Shut Up)
Training a dog taught me to raise a good boy.
Why I Refuse To Call My Wife “Mommy”
When parents call each other Mommy and Daddy, part of me dies inside. To allow one’s identity to become completely subsumed by parenthood does no one any favors.
Twos? Psssh. The Threes Are Way More Terrible
I adore my son. But hanging out with a 3-year-old feels like being a designated driver of a bus filled with hot-headed drunks.
Enough With All This Pre-K Panic
Despite New York's universal Pre-K, parents still put themselves through a lot of needless stress.
I Faced My Own Mortality Right Before Becoming A Dad
You’ll never feel your mortality as keenly as when you become a parent.