Tag: parenting

What if kids ruled the world?

I’m not sure how it happens, but the other day I found myself in another rather (how can I put this nicely?) interesting conversation with my son. I’m not sure how we fall into these, but these talks always seem to be lurking around the corner, just looking for a chance to jump into our…

If I’m not a dad, then what am I?

It’s a question that’s been hovering around me in recent weeks, pecking away. And it’s this: if I’m not parenting, if I’m not in full-on Dad Mode, then what should I be doing? And, more disturbing, who am I? For some time now my life has been defined as much by my role as a…

Parenting Inside the Box

You’ve probably had this happen before. You’ll be in a meeting at work or with a group of friends, brainstorming about a problem. And someone will say, “We need to think outside the box.” I love when that happens. Because basically that means “let’s be creative.” “Let’s be innovative.” And, in marketing especially, I love,…

Son doesn’t fear receiving bag of switches from Santa

I guess it happens to all of us sooner or later. You know, that time when you’re cruising through life, thinking that you’re hip or cool. Well, maybe not hip. And certainly not cool. But still you think you’re up on current events, and you can relate to young people, especially your kids. You can…

Does Santa really give the best gifts?

I love the quiet of Christmas Eve. I’m sure some of that (maybe most of it) is my imagination. And some of it comes from living in a small town. But to me Christmas Eve seems more than quiet. It seems peaceful. Last night, as I was tucking my son in bed, he said, “Dad,…

Putting up the Christmas tree – man style

I guess just about everyone else in the world already knew this, but me: There are two ways to put up a Christmas tree – the single man’s way and the right way. Ok, I guess I’ve known it for several years, but just didn’t want to admit it. But THIS year . . .…

The (book) worm has turned at our house

We’ve found a new activity at our house that doesn’t involve television, video games, or my smart phone. And, no, the activity we’ve found isn’t sleeping. Instead, it’s reading. As in, my son reading to me. Now before you start to think I’m either a GREAT parent for thinking up this rather (ahem) novel idea…

Turning 50 – A Bad Poem

I never really thought about the day Where my friends and family would say . . . Happy fiftieth birthday to you we wish, Now go out and have some fun; and oh, your cake was delish!  Getting older is a hard thing to do, But for now I can still walk, and my food…