Asking for Help After Divorce: Why I Kept Saying I’m Good
A man seventeen years out asked me if it ever stops. I could not promise him it does. I could show him two pages from my notebook.
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Does Divorce Get Easier? A Man Seventeen Years Out Asked Me
A man seventeen years out asked me if it ever stops. I could not promise him it does. I could show him two pages from my notebook.
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The Second Apology
Nobody teaches you how to apologize to your child. The first sorry fixes the moment. The second one teaches the room.
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Every Other Labor Day
The hard holidays are not the ones people warn you about. The schedule tells you where your kids will be. It does not tell you who you are going to be.
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How to Stop Yelling at Your Kids When You Parent Alone
I spent a long time trying to become a calmer man. That was the wrong project. The louder I got, the less they heard.
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Years After Divorce, I Still Ask the Same Question
I am still running a question I built in the first year to get my kids through something. I caught myself doing it last week and realized I had the reason wrong the entire time.
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Nobody Is Coming to Tell You It Is Okay
Relationships fell away and I did not fight for them. What I did instead, quietly and for months, was agree with the verdict. Here is the night that ended.
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What Moving Out During Divorce Actually Asks of You
There is a feeling that shows up when you put the last box down that most men decide says something bad about them. It does not.
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The Question Every Divorced Dad Should Ask Himself Every Morning
A moment from my life
It was late.
The kids were asleep.
My phone lit up with a message that was unfair and incomplete.I had the facts. I had the history. I had every reason to respond.
I stood there for a minute with my phone in my hand, already drafting the reply in my head. The kind of reply that would feel good for about ninety seconds and then live forever.
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Your Kids Don’t Need Two Perfect Parents
A moment from my life
It was late.
The kids were asleep.
My phone lit up with a message that was unfair and incomplete.I had the facts. I had the history. I had every reason to respond.
I stood there for a minute with my phone in my hand, already drafting the reply in my head. The kind of reply that would feel good for about ninety seconds and then live forever.
