Like many of you, I expect, I’ve spent the last 14 hours wishing my Facebook feed was full of more proclamations of how chocolate makes everything better and less full of the news. Last night’s ambush of police officers…
Most Fr. Dad posts don’t start with Beyoncé.
But this weekend Beyoncé debuted her new album, Lemonade, in which she seems to allude to…
My four-year old daughter had been tucked in, hugged and kissed goodnight, served her glass of water, and the lights had just been turned out. “Wait, daddy! I have a question.”
On the way home from school recently, my four-year-old daughter suddenly offered the following assessment of her future: “When I grow up, I’m going to be the president…or maybe a paleontologist. I…
The other day I stepped out of the house for a moment to take out the trash. I returned to find both my older children in tears.
Recently I became a tic-tac-toe god.
This elevation in ontological status happened when I volunteered for a short shift in my son’s kindergarten classroom to cover for the teacher while she did reading assessments. The…
The other night over family dinner, Stephanie and I were discussing some events that we should not have been discussing in front of Henry and Addie. Suffice it to say it was a grown-up story…
After publishing the contents of the letter written to Santa by St. Joseph, father of Jesus Christ, the head of the research team…