Author: Stephen

  • The Teachers’ Lounge.

    I am sitting in the teachers’ lounge of my son’s new school, doing my literature review. Let me say that again, because it sounds absurd even to me. I am…

    The Teachers’ Lounge.
  • 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…

  • 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…

    Before He Walks In
  • 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…

    What My Father Gave Me Without Knowing.
  • 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…

    What My Children Need Most From Me Is Not Perfection
  • 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…

    How to Start a Family Vacation: Don’t Sleep, Lose Your Luggage
  • 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.…

  • “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…

    “In the event of a nuclear incident…”
  • “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…

    “It Takes a Village.”
  • “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…

    “Jesus Christ? What’s a Jesus Christ, daddy?”