In 1987, my parents sent me to a teen psychologist. Here's how that encounter went.
As parents, we don't really create our children. We mostly try to keep them afloat.
Walking 6,000 miles with Bo has taught me at least a couple of things.
Insights from my decade of experience as a player in the old-guy indoor soccer league.
What I learned from making a (slight) menace of myself on the ski slopes--and over cheese fries.
As our oldest daughter prepares for college, I'm thinking back on stories from my own dorm-life days.
One of my daughters recently asked why I "always" wink at her. The answer has to do with silent connections formed in my distant past.
I've learned many things as the father of teenage girls, but I'm still working on the art of holding on by letting go.
Figuring out what you'll work for can teach you a lot about what you want.
"Pursue your passion" has become stock advice. But I'm not convinced it's right.