parenting – everyday fatherhood

The good old days.

I’m living the dream, and sometimes I have to remind myself that these are the good old days, even if they don’t always feel like it.

A man-date, a room of Black men, and the answer I want my four daughters to see me live out.

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

Nobody gets their way all of the time.

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

I see you joy, hiding in plain sight.

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

As the girls get older I have to accept the fact that we have competing commitments.

Lately, life has felt a lot like surfing.

A full week of showing up, and remembering why we do it in the first place.