There is an unfair responsibility that comes with being an only child – you grow up knowing you aren’t allowed to disappoint, you’re not even allowed to die. There isn’t a replacement toddling around; you’re it. It makes you desperate to be flawless, and it also makes you drunk with power. In such ways are… Read more »
This Stay-At-Home Dad has an actual wife of his own at home (Hi sweetie!), but much the same way some people have a “work husband” or a “work wife,” he also has his own “baby wife” (Hi honey!). This being the case, it seems that perhaps this Stay-At-Home Dad should throw caution to the wind and pick out (or… Read more »
The gauntlet has been thrown. Or dropped. Or flung. Or slapped or traded or leveled or whatever it is that gauntlets are used to do. A gauntlet has been, well, whatevered, and a challenge has presented itself, and it, the challenge, has not been leveled against this Stay-At-Home Dad proper, but instead, against his daughter…. Read more »
Having a first child is like throwing a hand grenade into a marriage. —Nora Ephron, Heartburn I’ve been reading a lot about Nora Ephron recently. Her death shocked and saddened the entire island of Manhattan, the country, and perhaps the world. I have yet to read Heartburn, her 1983 roman à clef about husband, Carl Bernstein… Read more »
Recently, I dragged my daughter along with me on what I can only describe as (gulp) an illicit rendezvous. By the time this column comes out, this Stay-At-Home Dad may very well no longer be a Stay-At-Home Dad, but instead just some guy, just some anonymous dude, just one more A-hole out on the street… Read more »
After some very creative mental gymnastics, my wife and I have decided to rename our apartment. Now, don’t get the idea that we are some kind of silly people who had previously christened our little (but lovely) one-bedroom tenement as Howard or Hector or Hanley or Fred, and are now changing it to Marguerite or… Read more »
I seem to be something of a rare breed, as all of my baby’s friends’ caregivers are mothers. Lately I’ve found myself wanting to ask these other mothers (again, these other mothers?), “Does anybody here ever have sex?” Thus far, I’ve restrained myself, as this line of questioning may very well be viewed as somewhat… Read more »
