SeparatedParenting
Temporarily awesome
Yesterday afternoon, I went to give Edan a kiss goodbye, and she recoiled -- like normal -- because she wants me to "wash off" my beard. But then, as I went to set her down and walk out the door, she stopped me, pushed back my baseball cap, and ...
Mom and Dad are getting married, but not to each other
When two people have a child, their lives are forever intertwined -- no matter how their relationship crumbles, or how they choose to parent in the aftermath. Oh, how that which drives us to fume and rage at one another is also that which binds ...
Oh, how the mighty have fallen
As the Internet seethes with stories of Britney Spears losing her mind, losing control, and losing custody of her kids, it reminds me of a more personal parenting defeat I've suffered recently. 'Twas the final battle in a war waged over four ...
How I lost a bet, and a dog
Amanda and I are fond of taking steadfast, stalwart positions on either sides of arbitrary, meaningless debates -- like, whether or not Dan Aykroyd is dead, and if it was Queen or AC/DC that sang Fat Bottom Girls. Quickly these become "bets," ...
Looking on the bright side
This morning I woke up, exhausted, like most days, and pried myself from bed so I could suck down coffee and stare, in silence, at unreturned emails -- putting off work. Once or twice a week the house is filled with chaos, as Edan shouts for ...
Putting on my game face
Anyone who's met me in person -- or even seen my photo -- immediately erupts into a guffaw of incredulity when I tell them I used to be an athlete. In fact, I can barely mention watching football on weekends without evoking wry grins from ...
Lars, his daughter, and my first year in Texas
In college, I hung around with a guy named Lars (which he pronounced "Lahhhhhhz"). Technically, Lars was German, but he came from Croatian roots, and was thus prone to a more romanticized existence -- like an artist, and a true Mediterranean man. ...
We Saw Shamu! (Part II)
The life of a never-been-married, non-custodial parent is one of small increments. You raise the bar, up the ante, and give yourself increasingly demanding challenges until you finally feel like you're a real dad. Sea World, and it's heaving ...
We saw Shamu! (Part I)
When I was packing for our day at Sea World, I suddenly became my mother. Not like a weird, Freudian thing, but in an ultra-fastidious, slightly OCD, plan-ahead-for-every-possible-scenario-like-we-were-traveling-into-an-uncharted-forest kinda way. ...
Driven by the fear of being a deadbeat
I was recently working on a project with another young dad, who also has a three-year-old daughter. We talked about traveling, missing our kids, and how -- especially at this age -- children seem noticeably older if you don't see them for a week. ...
We got fish, and they died. (Part II)
In a single word, the story of a single parent's life is: scheduling. Over the course of a year, we coordinate holidays -- some that are on an alternating schedule from the year before, some that were traded for other, non-holiday times at ...
Babies, and chaos
When Edan hasn't napped, the universe implodes around her. She is Gozer the Destructor (see footnote) in the form of a toddler, leaving unrest, disquietude and chaos in her wake. The world is no match for her in this condition, and, quite frankly, ...
One of the ways in which I am slowly going insane
I am not an organized person. While it stresses me out, I think somehow, a part of me must enjoy living in chaos, because any attempt I make at bringing order to the mayhem slowly erodes until I'm right back where I started, completely unhinged. My ...











