Fitbit: My Shamespiration

Oh, Fitbit. You may be small, but your ability to make me feel inadequate knows no bounds.   Let's examine how an object that weighs an ounce can impact my day. 5:30AM: Get up. 5:31AM: Coffee Repeat. Repeat. Feed cats and dogs. Coffee. 6:22AM: Glance at Fitbit, smugly judging me…

Happy Birthday, Son. Love, Dad.

Our son Teddy turns nine today. His birthday is the culmination of a series of surprises, that include (but are not limited to): Becoming a dad at forty, when my entire life had been spent in service to myself, not others. The surreal experience of my bride and I being…

Waking Up Kids.

There are three species of animals in this house. Cats. Dogs. A manchild. He's eight. He's five feet tall and weighs one hundred pounds. I am, at various times, tasked with waking/relocating these beasts as demanded. Cats are the easist; I make cooing noises in my ridiculous pet voice, they…