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About Me

I'm a 30-year-old father and husband living on a peninsula in Massachusetts. I have a beautiful son named Will, a gorgeous wife named MJ who is far too hot to have married me, a dog I love and two cats I put up with. I'm a smart-ass newspaper reporter with a penchant for turning a phrase and a slightly twisted sense of humor. This blog is mainly about my life as a new dad, but I'm also prone to talk about marriage, sports, movies and pop culture. I'm a Boston sports fanatic and my hatred for all New York teams knows no bounds. I'm honest to a fault, prone to cross a few lines but simultaneously heartfelt and sincere. But whether I'm describing the time I manually pumped my wife's breast while she was nursing or writing about how much my son enriches my life, the only promise I can make is I'll update often and I can't help but be passionate. Thanks for stopping by!

Bad Grandma

My mother was hoping I wouldn’t write about this, but it’s too good to pass up.
Last week my parents were nice enough to take me and Will out to lunch, and then drive us all the way back to the Cape. After a splendid meal at the Picadilly Pub, we packed Will and ourselves into [...]

My Kid’s a Money-Maker

I had the day off yesterday so Will and I spent it with my parents. Well, to be honest, Will spent most of the day with my parents as I took the opportunity to get absolutely hooked on the hit TV show Sons of Anarchy. If you don’t watch it, start immediately. It’s unreal.
But I [...]

Animal House

I’m staying at my parents’ house tonight and Will is already fast asleep. I’m here to catch up on True Blood and Entourage because I don’t have HBO spend time with my family and while my mom and I were waiting for our shows to start and for my dad and brother to get home, [...]

Goodbye Old Lady

When I was 11 I broke my wrist. I was playing Nerf basketball with my brother and he took my legs out. I ended up landing on my wrist and snapping it. We had asked my grandmother to be the referee and call fouls. Granted, I was kind of a crybaby and I had a [...]

Grandma Goo-Goo

Last night I made the drive I’ve made so many times in my life. I parked the car, rang the buzzer and was let in. She was sitting in her chair, as always, and she was watching TV. The NBA Finals, no doubt rooting against the hated Lakers. I stroked her white hair and gently [...]