I’ve gone country… again. And this time, it’s a podcast. I’m excited and thankful to announce my new creative pursuit: Country Music Dads: The Parenting Podcast With a Twang. If you’re a fan of my writing, I invite you to subscribe and give it a listen (even if you don’t like country music… yet). We’re […]
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My last post was about how I needed to write more.
Then I didn’t write anything for seven months.
But I’m back! Thanks to my longtime, high school friend, Latham Turner, I actually wrote something this month. Latham graciously allowed me to guest post on his Substack, “Get Real, Man.” His thoughtful, introspective newsletter often focuses on work, masculinity, and fatherhood and how they contribute to his pursuit of a true, meaning-filled identity in life. It’s right up my alley.
My post was inspired by a late-night rant about “invisible labor” that my wife, the Breadwinner in our family, didn’t understand. “Bring an Apple to School Day” ruined my weekend, and it helped me understand the value I bring to our household by doing the “women’s work” around here. And you don’t have to be a full-time, stay-at-home dad to do that work, by the way.
Check it out here, and let me know what you think:
https://lathamturner.substack.com/p/bring-an-apple-to-school-day-ruined?r=qv1o&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web
I also hope you follow and subscribe to Latham’s Substack. It’s a good one.
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35 minutes. From the time I said, quite cheerfully, “Ok! It’s time to get our shoes on!” to when I, quite grumpily, slumped into the driver’s seat of the van and said, “Alright… finally, we’re on the road,” 35 precious minutes had expired from the Earth, never to be used again. All because my three-year-old
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I careened through a cloud of snow and ice down the slopes in Lake Tahoe. The ski lift at the lodge grew larger in view as I picked up speed, and I could feel the stunned stares of onlookers below. Perhaps it was my Momoa-brown hair billowing beneath my helmet or my new Rossignol skis
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R cruised into our yard on his gleaming, orange Strider bike on a sunny day in SoCal. I jogged in behind him, shutting the white gate and wiping a bead of sweat from my temple. He settled onto a familiar patch of grass near the porch. “Daddy, will you please play ‘Life Is A Highway?’”
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