05 Friday Jun 2009
Posted in Neanderdad Tales
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children, dad, family, fatherhood, kids, neanderdad, offspring
Neanderdad was confused. His 3-year-old daughter held up a sippy cup with a built-in straw. He had just conveyed to her that she must drink in the kitchen. Yet she was still upset. She waved it under his thick brow, as if to better reveal to him specific technical details that he did not understand. Their family dog, who had been hanging around to scavenge food scraps, sensed trouble and drifted away.
01 Monday Jun 2009
Posted in Essays
A while back I wrote some fatherhood fictions about my family. A few fake anecdotes to pass the time. But recently, I’ve been considering more serious matters. Painful truths about being a father, which I have uncovered. I want to write about the greatest riddle of parenting: why is there such a horribly unfair distribution of innate parenting skills between fathers and mothers? Continue reading
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