Slicing through ignorant anti-circumcision rhetoric
Every once in a while, the subject of circumcising male newborns and boys rears its ugly head – no pun intended – and the discussion rarely takes long to veer into ethnocentrism, if not outright intolerance. With the best of intentions, and without realizing it, many...
Adventures in parenting, Part 3: Time flies
My wife and I sent our boys off to sleepover camp last week, and while we’re excited to have 3-1/2 weeks of kid-free alone time, the house is eerily quiet without them. I woke up the other day thinking about how quickly time passes when you’re...
Why I like the CFL, and you should, too
As my beloved Raptors wind down yet another lost season, and with the Leafs mercifully having been put out of their misery a few weeks ago, it’s time to turn my attention to the sports of summer. Here in Toronto, that means Blue Jays baseball –...
Sixth graders are too young for middle school
My wife and I knew something was awry when Primo lost his lunch box less than two weeks into the fall term. We were pretty annoyed that we were out $10 in what seemed like record time, even for one of our boys, who both periodically...
Adventures in parenting, Part 2: Longing for some sleep
I’m writing this post while in a bit of a haze. Actually, I’ve written all the posts on this site while in a bit of a haze. So if you find any typos, please excuse them, because I’m a dad of longstanding. Let me explain. All the...
Things that make me go arghhhh! Part 1
I figure that this wouldn’t be a true blog without random kvetching about nothing in particular. So in that spirit, I present semi-aimless carping about disconnected aspects of modern life, or, with apologies to Arsenio Hall, what I like to call “Things that make me go...
Adventures in parenting, Part 1: Care and feeding of Teen Wolf
It happens almost every time. (OK, not that often, but way too much.) A 14-year-old boy in a foul mood does something that drives his fortysomething dad bananas, and his fortysomething dad sleepwalks into the trap of allowing himself to be driven bananas. Before you pass...