The Daddy Files

It’s Friday morning, 2:30 a.m. Will is crying. Hard. I drag my groggy ass into his bedroom and smell something nasty. I shrug it off and pin it on the bag of diapers that I just took out of the diaper pail but hadn’t taken out to the dumpster yet. Then I reached into his [...]

“Will! Do NOT climb on those chairs!!”
It was the third time I had barked the order at him. We have two chairs at our breakfast bar in the kitchen. One is the regular height of a normal everyday chair, and the other one resembles a bar stool, but with a back on it. A few [...]

I don’t particularly enjoy hockey, but I would love to see the entire country of Canada collectively commit suicide over this game. My son has similar feelings. Check it out. Nothing like teaching blind nationalism at an early age.

I hate Tiger Woods.
I fully admit, he’s probably the best athlete to ever don funny pants and walk around hitting a small ball with a crooked club. He’s only a few years older than I am, so I distinctly remember being a teenager and watching him make his meteoric rise to stardom. The world LOVED [...]

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 [...]