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Guest Post: Advice for new dads and where the typical advice we give new parents misses the mark. As I was earning an MA, I worked with a great carpentry crew during summer and winter breaks. Upbeat, cheerful, and hardworking, one of the mottos that I learned from these good folks was relatively simple:…
When I was a boy in rural Kentucky, “ecclesiocentric” activities like camp meetings, potlucks, and week-long revivals were never in short supply. You could get fat and happy on bread pudding and the Bread of Life in one sitting- often with the same results: indigestion and lethargy. There was one piece of advice that was…
I have this brother-in-law who is impossibly good-looking. I mean, stupid hot. He’s a bachelor on the “the dirty side of thirty” and sometimes this means he gets a little guff about when he’s going to settle down. I was at a party with him one time when things turned on a dime and became…
My wife positively abhors houseflies. When the Oklahoma summer sun burnishes our back yard with its torturous shine, even the pestilence cease their plague and seek the great indoors. They come in droves and light upon fruit, both those born of vine and womankind. They fester in tall corners and shake hands with themselves, like…
How Being A Dad Made Me A Spurs Fan For the better part of the last decade, I have absolutely loathed the San Antonio Spurs. I mean HATED them- as much as I hate the Yankees (and given that I have a son named Boston, that’s saying something). I was a Suns fan during the “7-seconds or…