My sons and I enjoy a professional development day together
Hear the swish-swish of their snow pants as we walk home from drugstore. Sun, so bright, reflecting off snow. Younger likes to hold my hand still, sometimes. Older walks ahead, blazing a trail on slushy sidewalk. We laugh, waddle, joke. Feel like a new dad, all over again.
Silver jet streaks above, double contrails painting . . .
My family needs me in different ways—and that's OK
This article first appeared in The Good Men Project on February 10, 2017.
For over six years, I was very comfortable in my role as stay-at-home dad. But I knew it was time for a change.
My kids are in school full time. They don’t need me in the same ways. They don’t need me to hover. A healthy sign of their growing . . .
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How a bunny learned to like apples more than carrots
Fuzzy Bunny was not a bear.
He was a rabbit. He did have hair.
He did not like carrots as much as you'd think.
Oh, sure he liked them, but what he loved, were Winter Apples.
His friend, S, led Fuzzy out to the yard. They came across an apple tree. Not just any apple tree, but a crabapple tree.
"Do you want to try a crabapple, Fuzzy?" S . . .
I'm no longer silent about bipolar disorder
Every year around this time, the Bell Let's Talk campaign is front and centre. I admire the spokespeople who share their personal stories in the hopes of raising awareness about mental illness.
I've blogged about depression, but something always held me back about bipolar disorder. Well, here it goes ...
In my early twenties, I was . . .
We rang in the new year at the home of Oma and Opa, who are parents of a family friend. Their Dutch hospitality was affectionate, amazing, genuine. Thank you, Oma and Opa! The kids, my wife and I enjoyed every minute.
New Year's at Oma and Opa's
Silver mirrored sun
over familial hearth
reflects a memory;
on mortared stone
. . .
Smells Like Recess
Ball up in sky
like rocket to moon.
polka dot ball.
If I were a spider
on the wall,
I would crawl
into your arms,
jump over the net,
mixed dirt and sweat
time to leave fun;
back to class,
sit up straight.
You have nothing to lose.
Recess time filled
. . .
My son and I joined thousands for an Ottawa football celebration
A grey, drab, Tuesday morning. Ottawa awoke to a thin sheet of freezing rain coating the streets. By noon, the temperature had risen, the ice had melted and thousands of fans lined Bank Street for a victory parade to cheer on their football heroes and 2016 Grey Cup champions, the Ottawa Redblacks.
We parked on Fourth Avenue between Chrysler . . .