Fathering…

Riley: Mom! Me: Riley, stop calling your mom.  She’s resting. Riley: Oh, I was just pretending with Olivia.  We’re playing. Me: Well, you’re standing in the middle of the hallway outside our bedroom, you might wake mommy up. Mom (groggily waking up): Girls…everything ok? Riley: Daddy!  Mommy’s awake, she’s calling us!  (at which point they…

Like Riding A Bike…

Saturday, my oldest daughter Riley learned a new word: momentum.  Since it was such a lovely Valentine’s Day (a balmy 60 degrees in the middle of winter), we spent some time outside practicing our bike riding skills.  It also happened to be my birthday weekend (but we’ll get to that later). At any rate, Riley…

Daddy, what does African American mean?

Here’s a window into our family conversation last night before bedtime with the girls.  Even at an early age our 4 (almost 5) year old recognizes difference (lately gender differences have been a huge topic of conversation) along with race. Riley: Daddy, what does African American mean? Me: It means that we are both American,…

Write the vision…almost 10 years later

Today while getting ready for the day, I happened to think back to 2006.  My wife and I were completing our first year of marriage, she was in nursing school and I was starting my second year as a teacher.  That fall, we wrote a document entitled The Wakefield Campaign, what can only be described as…