Ghosts in the photograph

A guy I work with hosts a monthly gathering for dads. He and his wife own a shop in Northeast Portland, and they have a room that they rent out to yoga groups and other foo foo stuff. But every other fortnight, the guys descend on the joint for beer and a violent dude movie. [...]

So much beauty and just enough time to figure out how to destroy it

Do you ever wonder how your kids will remember you from their childhood? Will they remember the dad who loves them and is constantly humbled by their ability to learn and explore and sing and dance and experience life each day? Will they remember the dad who is excited to share this world with them [...]

All things must pass away

My earliest memory is of receiving Chewbacca from my father. Raging Hippie Grandpa, a folk and blues man who played the bar circuit as a singer/songwriter, would often be gone Wednesday through Saturday for his work. Sunday morning was always exciting in our house, because we would wake up to Dad being home. One morning, [...]

“Did Darth Vader kill your daddy?”

My twin boys are almost four years old, and about a year ago I let them watch Star Wars Episode I. Considering the importance of Star Wars to me as a kid, I was eager to share the adventures with them; at age three, it was a questionable parenting move. [Editor's note: I started them [...]

I’m kind of like Bobby De Niro

Much like the great Method actors—Brando, Beatty, Day-Lewis—I have thrown myself into my role as Dad. For example, I took a cue from De Niro in “Raging Bull,” who gained 60 pounds in order to embody the character of boxer Jake LaMotta. Yes, I am committed to the role. These days, I am thinking that [...]