Category Archives: Fatherhood

Mango (Or Sticky Fingers Part II)

My fickle pickiness about not eating foods that are messy doesn’t come without exceptions. The messiest thing that I absolutely love to eat is mango. Fresh, ripe mango is a wonderful momentary escape to sweet tropical sunsets and the sound of

Mango (Or Sticky Fingers Part II)

My fickle pickiness about not eating foods that are messy doesn’t come without exceptions. The messiest thing that I absolutely love to eat is mango. Fresh, ripe mango is a wonderful momentary escape to sweet tropical sunsets and the sound of

Sticky Fingers

I have this thing about not getting my hands dirty while eating, even if it’s a finger food feast, I have to wipe them after every bite. I actually don’t dislike eating with my hands, but if I do, I

Sticky Fingers

I have this thing about not getting my hands dirty while eating, even if it’s a finger food feast, I have to wipe them after every bite. I actually don’t dislike eating with my hands, but if I do, I

Too Damn Fast.

His little mouth is always wet. I know this because he stamps every kiss on my face with his temporary signature. My immediate reaction has been to wipe it off, dismissing it much like I would a dog’s greeting. This

Too Damn Fast.

His little mouth is always wet. I know this because he stamps every kiss on my face with his temporary signature. My immediate reaction has been to wipe it off, dismissing it much like I would a dog’s greeting. This

Der Hund Says Guau-Guau

Our son is getting to the age where every day he is pushing the boundaries of his linguistic prowess. Auto! ¡Agua! Nein! No walk! Innä! ¡Más pan! Orange! Gömergopielä! No one and nothing prepared us for the reality that our

Der Hund Says Guau-Guau

Our son is getting to the age where every day he is pushing the boundaries of his linguistic prowess. Auto! ¡Agua! Nein! No walk! Innä! ¡Más pan! Orange! Gömergopielä! No one and nothing prepared us for the reality that our

D’heim in Züri

Long ago before I knew what “Isch guet gsi” meant, before I had proper fondue at the end of a 40-minute winter snow trek in the dark to a log hut in the middle of the cold, before my son

D’heim in Züri

Long ago before I knew what “Isch guet gsi” meant, before I had proper fondue at the end of a 40-minute winter snow trek in the dark to a log hut in the middle of the cold, before my son

I’m Not Sorry, Just Me

********* Author’s note: I wrote this in February 2013, just two months before my “nerdy 30”. I guess apprehension is something I struggle with in my writing since I haven’t wanted to revisit this post until recently. But something in

I’m Not Sorry, Just Me

********* Author’s note: I wrote this in February 2013, just two months before my “nerdy 30”. I guess apprehension is something I struggle with in my writing since I haven’t wanted to revisit this post until recently. But something in

A Tooth Too Loose

I blame my father for my aversion to flossing as a child. And it all has to do with my first loose tooth. Having a loose tooth hadn’t actually crossed my mind since the last time a tooth fell from

A Tooth Too Loose

I blame my father for my aversion to flossing as a child. And it all has to do with my first loose tooth. Having a loose tooth hadn’t actually crossed my mind since the last time a tooth fell from