I Guess That’s What They Call Hubris

It seems so long ago, last Friday morning. Back then, things were good. No, great—I was loving fatherhood, finally feeling at ease with the routine. Then, like an idiot, I called down the wrath of the god: I wrote about how easy it all was. By that afternoon, I’d been stricken with the flu, and …

A Week on the Wagon: DadWagon Gets Serious

Yes, we had our bouts of foolishness this week. How else would you describe publishing our in-house email chain in lieu of actual content? Or giggling at that stoner-dad in the maternity ward? Or really, any post titled Crapopolis? But it must have been the darkening afternoon sky, or perhaps we’ve run out of Xanax, …

Wrongful Execution: a Father-Son Story

I don’t always plug my outside work here, because this blog is about parenting, dammit, not about the many ills I seem to trip across in my day job. But last year when I went down to Texas to report on the questionable conviction and execution of a drifter and bank robber named Claude Jones, …