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.
Dear Daughters, As you went back to school this week, one of you posed the question kids have been asking since the dawn of educational time: "when am I ever going to use this stuff?" You had in mind the contents of your lessons: the facts of history and the functions of algebra. But when …
Dear Daughters, Sixteen years ago this week, my mother died from ovarian cancer. She was 59. All week, I've been thinking about what she would say to you now, if she could stop by for dinner some night. She would tell you how proud she was, for sure. She would gush about how smart and …
In a world of scalable solutions and networked knowledge, parenting still feels messy and old fashioned--for good reason.
Note: the things I expect may not be exactly what you expected.