Homemadedad
I was in Berlin in the early 1990s – only a few years after the wall came down – and I found myself in a jazz club one night. It was there I first saw this poster – it was hanging on the wall – called “Highlights of the Jazz Story in USA” produced by …
For some reason, I’m finding myself craving home baked goods lately. And I mean craving – jonesing, even. Dinner’s done and I see the browning bananas on the counter and I think to myself: I could whip those into muffins in no time. I tell myself I don’t like to throw away good food, but …
I resisted for some time, but have finally given in. Last week we hired a nanny. My resistance was fairly easily explained. I had stopped working outside the home to move our family out west. I had embraced the whole dad-at-home thing and my identity had become tied up with doing a good job on …
Yesterday, I got snipped. As in, went to Dr. Snippy. As in, got a vas ligation – AKA, a vasectomy. And today, I’m lying in bed thinking: I don’t feel that bad at all. So what was all the anxiety and worrying about? When it comes to medical procedures involving our tenderest parts, we men …