everyday fatherhood

Whose Job Is It to Remember?

From my grandmother’s shelves to my daughter’s phone, the same instinct, four generations later.

Why I want the girls to copy my favorite morning routine one day.

Are we for some of us, or are we for all of us? The next generation will help us decide.

What a cashier reminded me about fatherhood, expectations, and the bar we set.

Nobody gets their way all of the time.

A story about mulch, momentum, and getting out of your own way.

Joy doesn’t wait for the perfect conditions. It just shows up when it wants to.

All it took was the opportunity to spark a fire, and we’ve spent the past 25 years (21 of them married), keeping those flames burning.

I see you joy, hiding in plain sight.

Democracy is never a finished project. But are we giving up this easily?