Why “Back to School” Is Not the Most Wonderful Time of the Year

Back in 1996, before I had kids, I always got a chuckle watching that Staples TV commercial featuring a happy-go-lucky dad skipping through the store buying back-to-school supplies for his two glum kids. Adding to my amusement, an upbeat pitchman joyfully proclaimed in a voiceover, "They're going BACK!" as that holiday classic, "It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year," played in the background on the store's Muzak channel. Cue to the frolicking dad doing pirouettes around his shopping cart. Now that I'm the parent of two teenage boys, the Continue Reading

Reflections on Father’s Day 2015: Don’t Forget, It’s Not About You

As I write this article the week after Father’s Day, I’m thinking about a day several years ago when I discovered something important about fatherhood. My now 16-year-old son Will was three, and we’d been playing with his toy dinosaurs on the floor for a few hours. “Son, I’ve got to do some work-work now,” […]

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Parenting a Sick Child Has Made Me a Chronic Worrier

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I’m a worrier. I don’t worry about everything. Just my kids. My wife tells me she never has to worry about our children as I do enough of that for both of us. In an age of free range parenting, I’m the creaky old helicopter who hovers over my kids fretting about their safety and […]

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A Silent Night

I love keeping the traditions of Christmas in my family. Every Christmas Eve since my children were little, I’ve read to them Clement Clark Moore’s ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas. My own parents read that story to me every Christmas Eve when I was a child, and it has become a family favorite. This Christmas […]

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Dad, Why Is that Man Wearing a Red Flower?

My son and I were watching an English Premier League soccer match on TV last Saturday morning when he asked, “Dad, why are the coaches and players wearing red flowers on their clothes?” I looked closer and saw that the coaches and players were indeed sporting red poppy pins. I fondly recalled that when I […]

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