Now You Are Six

Dear Parker, Your birthday was a few days ago, and now you are six. This reminds me of one of my very favorite poetry books, Now We Are Six by A. A. Milne. Everybody knows Winnie the Pooh, but not too many people know Binker, the namesake imaginary friend within my very favorite poem found [ Read More ]

Great Expectations

“Daddy, I want a baseball bat shirt, ” Owen tells Scott, as he is getting ready for bed. “You have a Yankee shirt, buddy. You wore it today, ” Scott replies, helping Owen tug on the pants to his Batman pajamas. “No, a bat shirt,” Owen persists. I hear them from the other room and call [ Read More ]

Parenting To the Lowest Common Denominator

  Parker is almost six, though she will correct you immediately that she is “five and three-quarters” if she hears you say that because she is precise, and detail-oriented, and very much her father’s daughter in that way. But she is my daughter too. A daughter that I was petrified of having, and then elated [ Read More ]

New Beginnings

When I began my journey here, Owen was still only months old — this was all still so very new. He was still so very new. I began writing to keep close friends and family in the so-called loop, until I eventually realized that writing here was the only thing keeping me from thinking in the [ Read More ]

When the image I see in the mirror isn’t only my own…

Sometimes, when I look in the mirror I see her.  Her. It’s not just my own reflection staring back at me anymore, but hers as well now.  It turns my otherwise innocuous bathroom mirror into the equivalent of one you would find in a so-called funhouse.  It warps, it bends, it is anything but “fun”. I hear [ Read More ]