My pregnant daughter has more hormones than a Korean boy band.
I’ve been making breakfast for the kids for 37 years. Do they appreciate it? No one ever again will need me the way my son Smartacus needs me now. In lockdown, we are each other’s only company. I find myself asking him: “What are we going to watch tonight? Are tacos OK for dinner?” as … Continue reading The Forever Father
I will teach gumbo to Smartacus, as you would an old folk song: first this, then this, then this…
My daughter’s pregnancy has me thinking a lot about babies and re-birth.
Always thought the Bible should have a how-to section in the back.
Oddest thing: 2 days after Christmas, after a good and blustery storm, White Fang and I got trapped in a rainbow.
Christmas featured a bit of prayer, a glass or two of vice and the most intense and delicious slab of beef – the size of a small canoe.
We live in a wobbly three-bedroom house built by cretins, without a single nail, apparently in half an hour.
Here’s to all the Chardonnay Moms, Cabernet Dads and the dude at the end of the street who always forgets to turn off his outdoor Christmas lights at the end of the night.
Proud to announce that the lovely and patient older daughter will become a mom in May, the same month her mother and I were married.