
Welcome to the Grateful Dad.
The Grateful Dad is my space for reflections on fatherhood, growth, and all the glorious chaos in between. Sometimes it’s soul-expanding. Sometimes …. it ain’t!
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After He Walked In.
I wrote the last post in the early hours of the morning, before any of it had happened. Before he walked in. This is what came after. He was apprehensive… Read more ⇢
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Before He Walks In
In a few hours, my oldest (currently 10) walks into a new school for the first time in two years. Two hours. A teacher. A classroom. Nothing dramatic, just a… Read more ⇢
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What My Father Gave Me Without Knowing.
My father has been on my mind more than usual lately. He’s always there. I think about him daily, about my mother too (they left their bodies a few years… Read more ⇢
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What My Children Need Most From Me Is Not Perfection
We’d had a rough morning. Five of us — three kids, my wife, and me — and things had gone sideways early. The kids wanted toys. We said no. That… Read more ⇢
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How to Start a Family Vacation: Don’t Sleep, Lose Your Luggage
International travel with kids: surviving the first 48 hours (oh, and the bag that went to Texas) We traveled to Costa Rica for work and for a break for the… Read more ⇢
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When the Pain of Staying the Same Outweighs the Pain of Change, then We Will Change.
Ah, the ‘dad bod’. It conjures up images of a once-upon-a-time sorta, kinda fit dude who has entered middle age with some extra pudge coating their entire, sun-deprived skeletal frame.… Read more ⇢
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“In the event of a nuclear incident…”
As it’s been awhile since I’ve last written here, I initially thought I would begin with an update on life – current challenges am facing as a father, lessons my… Read more ⇢
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“It Takes a Village.”
Well no shit. I started writing this aaaaages ago but life got in the way and lacking a village myself, things are easily pushed to the wayside. What I mean… Read more ⇢
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“Jesus Christ? What’s a Jesus Christ, daddy?”
Before I explain the title, here is the current state: Looks serene, doesn’t it? About 40 minutes ago, it wasn’t. Forty minutes ago began a tantrum from my eldest, Rohan… Read more ⇢






