Birdhouse

  A storm passed overnight and the strong winds blew down the birdhouse that Miles and I had constructed over the winter from some old boards in the basement. I've never been much of a carpenter.  The boy stood beside me as I lifted the quaint, but shoddy, peak-roofed box from the ground.  I had … Continue reading Birdhouse

Miles to Go and No Reindeer to Guide Me

There are many acts of parenting performed out of societal pressure (circumcision, vaccinations, dental examinations, public school) that, given your offspring’s reaction, seem like abuse.  Not the least of these is placing your child on the lap of the department store Santa. That was the result.  A toddler betrayed by his caregivers, screaming in absolute … Continue reading Miles to Go and No Reindeer to Guide Me

A Thing of Beauty: Thrills and Agonies of a Middle-Aged Dad

Growing up, I used to watch ABC’s Wide World of Sports with my father as he drank beer on the couch.  We especially enjoyed the show’s introduction with the horrible ski jump crash and the famous line, “the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat.”  To my father and me, these words conveyed a … Continue reading A Thing of Beauty: Thrills and Agonies of a Middle-Aged Dad