Which Way Home

JP was young enough when my ex moved out that he doesn’t remember his parents ever having lived together. I consider this a good thing, given the amount of arguing he witnessed in the latter stages of our marriage. As a result, however, his residential life has always included a great deal of shuttling back …

A Short Post

Pay no mind to the fact that this isn’t, in fact, an infant, but rather world’s smallest man. Forget that he actually died today. (Yes, I’m a dick.) Reaction to this photo should be the same as to any newborn-with-parent: Isn’t he just precious! Cheap joke. But still funny.

Two Roads in a Wood: Here’s Hoping My Boy Goes the Other Way

My post yesterday about why we shouldn’t hate Mommybloggers who strike it rich comes from an honest source: me. My financial woes have taken up considerable space aboard the DadWagon (and with a tightly edited and curated site like this, how dare I be repetitive?). I won’t trouble you good folks with any more of …