I like to think that I was a funny kid. I was voted class clown throughout my career in academia. I took a stool, albeit briefly, in stand-up. I used humor to deflect and address all other emotions. I was...

If you ever cry on television, I hope it sounds like this. (From "Intervention" on A&E)

I generally have noise in my car on the way home from work. A baseball game or some music usually, and sometimes the all-news radio station if a big story in the world piques my interest. On occasion I’ve even listened to classical music, particularly if I’m stressed. But yesterday ...

My absence in this space for the past little while can be directly attributed to my own analysis paralysis. As I wrote before, I’ve committed to writing fiction, but I’ve been so overwhelmed by it that I’ve barely even started. Yesterday I was chatting with my agent, trying once again ...

One of the fun things about getting together with the Cast of Dads is that sooner or later each of us gets the chance to share an embarrassing moment…  Or maybe that’s just me who keeps sharing goofy moments?  Well, if it is me, this episode is no exception as I dive ...

I have tons of books on how to write fiction. Books about dialogue and plot and characterization. I have novels in my bookcase with little yellow sticky notes stuck to pages I liked. There are paragraphs bracketed in red ink, some with stars next to them, some with little words ...

I’m signed up to receive the Great Dad newsletter, and three weeks ago it said, “Your Baby May Take Time to Master Walking”  Problem is Pax wasn’t even crawling on all fours yet!  Instead he liked to drag his legs behind him and either pull himself with his arms or ...

In this episode of Cast of Dads one of the dads tells of a late night spill that ended with a trip to the ER and some stitches… which leads to a discussion of kids and injuries… which leads to me recalling the tale of my daughter and her missing finger tip… ...

Hi. I'm wearing Oakley Split Jackets with no lenses and listening to phat rhymes. Thought you should know.

“Hi, daddy,” she says sweetly. I look up from my book and see a form that sounds and smells like my seven-year-old daughter. But something is off. Something has happened to her face. She looks…undead. “Hi, kid,” I say back, smiling through my terror so as not to scare the ...