When My Little Angel Is Mean As Hell

I can still remember the first time that my sweet-faced, doting, little princess ripped my heart out. She was two.

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The First Bus Ride

The hardest thing about my non-verbal son's first day of school was sending him alone on that bus.

Da Vinci, Van Gogh, and My Kid

I want her to believe that she's the best artist on Earth. Why? Because she is.

In Defense of Participation Trophies

Kids today aren't as coddled as you might think. They're also not kidding themselves.

Preparing For Battles That Never Happen

You stop caring about what people think of you when you realize how seldom they do.

Fathers Get To Be Corny

I started to piece the puzzle together and that's when I learned that, as a dad, I was given pretty much free reign to be as dorky as I wanted.