Category: lick the fridge

Little Black Fly

I’ve been having a hard time connecting with my daughter lately. She’s two and she’s been sick on and off for the last two weeks and she hasn’t exactly been the most pleasant person to be around. I say that as an observation not as a judgment. It’s not her fault. She might be thinking the same thing about me. Still it’s difficult to take sometimes when she seems to not want to be with me and she’s ask Read More...

This One’s for All the Bouncers

Big. Big. Monkey Man! And as soon as I start skanking the first chord, my kids instantly recognize the song. They start singing before the lyrics are supposed to begin because they’re only little kids and they have no sense of musical timing—yet. But they know the lyrics, because they’re nonsense lyrics, and they can relate to them. And so they start spouting off at different times and in different keys: Aye, Read More...

A Morning Without the Computer

Our computer is almost never turned off. There it sits on the dining room buffet with its white pulsing light and its quiet hum. It is always there for us when we need it. And when we don’t. It is a laptop and is always accessible. Checking email, browsing the Internet or looking through old photos can be done anywhere in the house at anytime of the day or night. That is the beauty of technology. And the beast. I Read More...

Reflections On What Is. . .

As my twins reach the ripe old age of twenty-six months I am reminded that our household is firmly entrenched in what is commonly called the terrible twos. And, while I’d be lying if I said that that phrase wasn’t true for us, I’d also be lying if I didn’t tell you that I’m enjoying the heck out of my kids right now. The things that they do and say on a daily basis never cease to impress me and make me sm Read More...

Best Friends or Just Roommates?

All parents have dreams for their children. I am no different. We dream that our children will be successful and happy. Some of us have specific dreams for their career, their salary, who they will marry, or what part of town they’ll live in. Being the father of twins my number one dream, far and away, is that my kids will grow up to be best friends. I have had this dream since we found out we were having twins a Read More...

Why You’re A Dad

You’ve had one of those days. One of those days that make you question your sanity. One of those days where you wish you could experience again what it was like before you had children. If only for a day or two. Or a couple hours. Where there were no cries and screams, no impossible demands, no blatant disregard for instructions. No tantrums. No bickering. You knew there were going to be days like this because pe Read More...

That’s So NOT Gay!

My father told me he was gay when I was fourteen years old and it changed my life forever. At the time I lived in San Diego with my mom, and my dad lived in San Francisco. I hadn’t known that I had known any gay people until that point in my life. No one had bothered to expose me to any positive information about gay people. No one shared gay history with me. I had not read any books about gay people nor had I ha Read More...

Daddy Is a Hero

I’m not a hero. A hero regularly does spectacular things that others cannot do. I’ve never done anything spectacular. I’ve never found a cure for a disease. I’ve never saved someone from danger. I’ve never invented an everyday necessity. I’ve never done anything that has elevated me to the status of hero. I do the same ordinary things that a million other people do every day of their lives. But Daddy, Read More...

Trying to Figure it Out

I’ve been a dad for almost two years now, so I should know better. I should know better than to expect that an established routine will stay an established routine. I should know better than to get all bent out of shape when an established routine doesn’t go according to plan. I should know better than to think that I have any more than a modicum of control over any of it. I should know better than to try to fi Read More...