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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