I love my work.
In fact, at the airport this morning a stranger approached me and said, “Excuse me. Are you the guy who writes about fatherhood stuff? I appreciate that so much. But really, how do you do it? Your kids, so well adjusted. Your wife, so remarkably hot. You, always on the mark. You’re one lucky dude!”
Friends – Today we — My Bride, the children, Yours Truly — are back on a plane to Uganda. (And, as they say, it’s not the destination that counts, but the journey. This is why in my family we don’t really care where exactly the plane may be flying, as long as the movies are all working fine.) …
Today the plane flies. So does the newsletter. (If you care.) Read More »
There was Notre Dame and the Arc de Triomphe and the Eiffel Tower, of course. We biked through the heart of Paris on Day One, four hours in the morning, anther four in the evening, enough to give the kids a few blisters before we finally got back to our Montmartre flat just past midnight. That was …
She was in Seat 24A and she looked like she had lived, but still too young to be a grandmother, yet this was it, she was returning to her home in Calgary from a visit with her daughter and grandson. There was both an empty seat and pleasant conversation between us. It was the book …
