For my twentieth Fathers Day, I don’t need much. But here are a few things I really want.
In 1987, my parents sent me to a teen psychologist. Here's how that encounter went.
As our oldest daughter prepares for college, I'm thinking back on stories from my own dorm-life days.
The important lesson I learned from my daughter's experimentation with eye makeup.
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.