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“I’m a Suburban Mom, I Don’t HAVE Any Street Cred”

It started out as a simple enough conversation with the wife talking about the kids: her “she was invited to a DMX birthday party” me “the rapper?” her “the bikes” me “BMX?” her “yeh those” me “there goes your street … Continue reading

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Why I’ll Never Be The Same Man After Having Daughters

At some point it happened, and I don’t know exactly when. Maybe it was in the middle of the night during a bottle feedingwhen their tiny hands barely wrapped around my index finger. Maybe it was when they put on … Continue reading

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My Dad Ate My Homework

The voice on the other end of the phone was desperate. The voice on the other end of the phone was panicked. The voice on the other end of the phone was my daughter and she was about to be … Continue reading

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Dadmissions: The Day My Kid Used Her OWN Money

It’s the sweetest picture ever. The sweetest! Well not the picture itself. Truthfully it doesn’t show much. It’s kind of boring and out of focus. But look closely. You see that in the middle? That’s my daughter counting out cash … Continue reading

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Dadmissions: What Could Have Been

It can hit you at the weirdest times. It just does. And when it does… it gives you an emotional chill like a shadow from your past. I was driving my wife to work today as we often do in … Continue reading

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How Am I Doing: My Daughter Gave Me This Report Card

Every parent wonders if they’re doing a good job. So I finally decided to just ASK the kids. I gave my daughter this report card to fill out however she saw fit. I didn’t know what to expect. She filled … Continue reading

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Dadmissions: Dads I Admire

On this Father’s Day weekend I started to think about the many dads I’ve met over the years. Is it possible sometimes the dads you admire most aren’t even your own… There’s a difference between a father and a dad. … Continue reading

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