Monthly Archives: January 2011

I’m having a very hard time figuring out just how this all fits into the format of a dad-blog, so I’ll talk instead about a note I got from a very smart Russian-American writer I know about our baby-yoga ruckus. He was commenting that that one place where baby yoga didn’t seem to be tearing …

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Matt typically is the one to file the ain’t those foreign daddies something strange? posts, but I’ll give it a go anyway. I’m in Jerusalem for the week, doing research for a book I’m writing about, uh, Jews. (I pause because every time I write something about Judaism on this site we get a lot of …

Continue reading “DadWagon: Promised Land (for some) Edition”

Just got back from a weeklong trip to Las Vegas, and all I have to say is this: There’s nothing like walking in the door to find an ecstatic toddler calling your name and giving you a big hug. Don’t worry: This sappiness is just part of jetlag. I’ll be back to normal soon.

It can sometimes feel like a lot of parents these days follow the same script, with only tiny deviations. Perhaps it’s because we’ve all read the same books. We all had the same sense of indignation at Tiger Mom, the same vertigo while watching Russian Yoga Mom. And then comes a comment like this from …

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