I forgot to write about this last week. The last day of soccer was beyond hot. While I was all but over it, Cydney couldn't wait to get back to the field. The final day of soccer is "Player's Day." The coaches aren't supposed to coach and just let the kids play. In theory,... Continue Reading →
A Year After Confronting My Past
June 28, 2016, 9:47 am. A year ago at this time I was just arriving home from Virginia. After waking up at 4 am for a full day’s work, I took an hour nap, packed up Cydney, and left New York on the 26th at around 1:30 am. Just about every trip to the... Continue Reading →
An Expansion on The Twitter Thread That Explains Why Dating Is Frustrating in 2016
I have been sent the link and asked repeatedly if I have seen the post entitled “This Twitter Thread Explains Why Dating Can Be So Frustrating In 2016.” Having read it, I ask what do they-the person who sent it-think. The response from just about everyone is that it is very accurate. I agree. Five... Continue Reading →
Father’s Day Hangover
Father's Day is like a second birthday that you share with a lot of people. You get phone calls, texts, emails, messages on social media, etc from some of everyone who are acknowledging what you feel is your greatest accomplishment Men feel validated by their work and there are very few things that lift... Continue Reading →
Growing Up Means Outgrowing
I was picking Cydney up from school the other afternoon. As I walked into her door, I saw that the children were rehearsing a routine to "We Go Together" from Grease. That was the moment shit got real: I caught all of the fucking feels. The closing of an era will occur in two... Continue Reading →
Soccer Dad Chronicles: Season 3, Episode 6
After a three week hiatus, the chronicles are back. Episode five left off with my Orange Monsters decimating the burgundy team that I was eagerly looking forward to playing. It had absolutely nothing to do with their athletic prowess; but everything to do with the children's mother...in which we wound up having a nice... Continue Reading →
A Conversation With My Father About “The Game [of Love]”
Having conversations with my father are like dialog with an older version of myself; but we both have a mutually vested interest in making the younger version better than the older. As a child, I didn't get my dad. Matriculating into and through adulthood, he began to make more and more sense. At thirty... Continue Reading →
Meme Crush Monday: To The “I Did It Myself” Single Mothers
This Meme Crush Monday is sponsored by my good friend and brother-from-another, Kalique...the biological father of two beautiful girls and the head of a blended family in which he is the paternal figure to his wife's son and daughter. He does any and everything for all four of his children and considers himself tertiary... Continue Reading →