Parenthood is so consuming. We scour books, searching for some sort of direction and instruction; we probe friends and family, discussing disappointments and achievements alike, gleaning...

In honor of today, the kids and I have been reading books and talking about MLK Jr., which of course has led to much larger...

As some of you already know, Blythe took a tire swing (carrying Liam) to the face LL Cool J style last week. Convinced her tooth...

It seems entirely appropriate to celebrate the end of 2009 by going to bed early (and NOT due to pregnancy). This year exhausted me. Too...

This one is for the lot of you who so patiently keep returning here to our poor, neglected blog. Yes, you, who regularly request by...

This last year I often told people, “someone should write a book paralleling toddlers and teenagers.” Both stages, somehow awkardly trapped in the continuum of...

Dad and I often refer to you as a man trapped in a boy’s body: a man-child, I suppose. The other day we were talking...

Who cares about all the reasons I can’t find time to write. Maybe we’ve been visiting family. Or possibly mailing the letter my 5 year-old...

I quickly informed my disheartened 5 year-old son that in another 10 years he will be grateful that his teeth are NOT curling out of...

Mark:  Hey Liam, you want a powerball (granola treat)? Liam: Sure. I’ll eat it in the vacant lot with my brother. Mark: Hey, take one to...