When our schedules overload what practices of our faith are we most likely to set aside? I’ll confess there are mornings where my quiet time with God gets deleted. Perhaps I slept late —the blankets were at just the right temperature and the pillows resisted the weight of my head with just the right amount […]
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Category: Parenting
Insights on the joys and challenges of parenting.
Do You Name Your Stuff?
Raising daughters presented an opportunity for me to probe the intricate workings of the female mind. I had discovered within a few months marriage to Shawn that her mind consists of unfathomable layers. Should a man brazenly think he has mapped part of that territory he will find in retrospection that he was mistaken. The […]
Hurricane Preparedness for Daughters
My darling Amanda and Michelle, As you are no doubt aware we are expecting the arrival of some part of Hurricane Irma in the coming days. I thought I would share some ideas to preserve you safely through the storm and any inconveniences she may bring us. You no doubt recall Hurricane Fran from 1996, […]
It’s What Dads Do
The role of dad changes as children mature into adulthood. Today my bond-strengthening opportunities with my daughters usually begin with a question, “Hey, Dad, can we…?” Oh, the joy of yet another project to plan and implement. Whether it is a shop episode, a home repair challenge, or a garden undertaking, I stand ready to […]
The Middle Child
I’m a middle child. I had no say-so in the matter. Someone’s birth pushed me into the position. How do middle children happen? A couple produces child #1, The First Born, and revels in the novelty of watching that baby progress from a non-stop poop factory to a slobbering noise-maker. Joy abounds once the tyke […]
Just Ask Dad
Raising two daughters gave me firsthand experience with “puppy dog eyes”, a technique the girls deployed in an attempt to get their way. The sparkling wide-open eyes and the angelic expressions were designed to turn Dad into a pile of mush. Shawn was immune to the tactic for some reason. But me? Let’s just say […]