The Reality Of Raising Kids And Baby Boomers
There I was on a Tuesday afternoon, up to my elbows in puréed peas, trying to keep the twins from using our poor golden retriever as a step stool, when my mom walked through the back door holding a drop-side...
So, What Is a Nepo Baby? A Parent's Guide to Everyday Privilege
It was 8:15 AM on a Saturday, pouring rain, and I was standing on the sidelines of Maya’s under-8 soccer tryouts in my embarrassingly pill-y 2018 black Target leggings. You know, the ones that have a weird bleach stain shaped...
Surviving the Baby Boomer Years of Grandparenting
Don't, under any circumstances, politely accept the garbage bag full of your own crusty childhood stuffed animals just because your mom has misty eyes. I did this when my oldest was born, and let me tell you, it was a...
My Baby Loss Tattoo: Why I Needed Ink After the Worst Day
I was staring at the popcorn ceiling in my bedroom at two in the afternoon on a Tuesday, listening to the hum of the ceiling fan and absolutely nothing else. The house was dead silent. My oldest was at preschool,...
The First-Time Dad's Guide to Searching Baby Shower Near Me
I had exactly thirty-two tabs open in Chrome, my laptop's cooling fan was sounding like a Boeing 737 at takeoff, and my wife Sarah was giving me a look that translated roughly to a severe compilation error. I had literally...
When Your Brother Asks You to Help Pick a Memorial Marker
The fluorescent lighting in the monument showroom was humming at a frequency that felt like a localized cyber-attack on my nervous system. I was sitting at a faux-wood desk next to my older brother, Dave, staring at a catalog of...
Decoding the Spirit Baby: A Tech Dad's Unscientific Parenting Pivot
The smoke alarm in our Portland apartment started screaming at exactly 9:14 PM on a Tuesday, completely interrupting my attempt to build a predictive Python script for my wife’s basal body temperature. I leaped over the coffee table, ripped the...
The Brutal Reality Behind the Romantic Let's Have a Baby Idea
I'm standing in the kitchen at 3 a.m. scraping dried spit-up off my shoulder while my husband snores from the guest bedroom. Four years ago he pulled out a ring on a beach in Mexico and whispered marry me let's...