The Dunking Game
This weekend, while swimming with two of my three lovely daughters, we started playing a game that almost always starts out great fun and then ends in great gobs of salty tears. This game was a rite of passage in my childhood, a way to measure your place in the playground pecking order, and a great way to assert your dominance over your siblings. Ah, dunking game, how I remember your splashing, your sudden ingestion of water, your sense of impending doom and water-treading panic.
Every Dad Needs a Motorcycle
As I get older, I think a lot about what it’s like to be a dad, what it really means. I think about what you have to do and be and give up to raise your kids, and how glad I am that I made the choice to go ahead and spawn some little rugrats of my own. But I know that it’s not always easy, and sometimes it can be a little overwhelming even for us that are old hands at this parenting thing. And that’s why every dad needs a motorcycle.
The Somewhat Sappy Father’s Day Post
It’s Father’s Day - time for all the dads to enjoy a meal out, kick back with a beer, and just chillax for a day. Right?





