Fatherhood

Essays on fatherhood

I was looking forward to trying to raise a saint

I Have Purchased a Grey Cardigan Sweater My wife and I fell in love over wine, bourbon, and cognac. We attended a college with a dry campus, and many evenings were spent sitting in my ...

What to give grads and dads

Pizza? Noise-canceling headphones? Let’s brainstorm...

Dads and grads, dads and grads, dads and grads. What to give them? Food, preferably pizza. Where to go? “Pieology,” said my friend Janice. Four locations in San Diego: Hillcrest (619-241-2881), Clairemont Mesa (858-565-0600), Sports ...

Dad’s Day on the Bay

“What’s not to like?” I asked. “The $215 an hour,” my daughter answered.

Father’s Day. Didn’t we just celebrate 2014’s? That’s how I felt as my daughter and I discussed some options over cappucini and a quattro stagioni (four seasons) wood-fired pizza last week at Caffé Calabria in ...

Put Something on Those Feet

"You’ll all regret that we didn’t spend more time like this."

Moe: Not with the bare feet! Susie: Dad, I’m just going in the back yard. Moe: I wouldn’t go out there with the bare feet, Susie. You don’t know what’s on the ground. Those birds ...

Sugar Jones

The only thing worse than a liar was a thief.

For a whole year — beginning in 1959 — I stole from my father and I never got caught. I was 14 years old, a freshman at Saint Augustine’s High School on Nutmeg Street in ...

Wild and Crazy S.O.B

Gave up on the family thing.

Perhaps it’s a question of semantics, who knows, but I feel incredibly relieved to be done with “family,” “home” — these are things you grow up to leave and be done with, at least as ...

His Lightness, My Weight

My birth was a clear break with his previous life.

Until he lost consciousness eight hours before his death, my father was lucid. He did have night terrors, usually around 4:00 a.m., when, animated by morphine dreams, he’d rise cackling from his bed, hairy arms ...

Don't Wait to Ask

New Zealanders helped him survive Gallipoli.

Oh yeah. This sepia one is Dad, the 19-year-old skinny kid in the lieutenant’s uniform, with the canvas strips wrapped around his legs, huddling on the Turkish cliff in a trench, waiting for orders. Not ...

Make Sure You’re Funny

My father's love of language

Artifacts of a life surround me. Here is a penmanship certificate from 1933 and a diploma from St. Mel’s High School dated 1937. Here also: an honorable discharge from the U.S. Army dated January 1946, ...

Concern for the lion

Daddy learns to trust himself

Sometime before I got married, I headed north to L.A. to pay a visit to Jason, a guy I was friends with in high school. He now works as a studio executive at a major ...

Keep Your Eye on Dad

Fathers teach what is important

I finally read Tom Wolfe’s Bonfire of the Vanities. I know I am a decade too late, but things don’t seem terribly different ten years later. I liked the men. I have enjoyed Wolfe’s men, ...

A Different Kind of Morning Sickness

Breeder pride.

Victoria, a girl I knew in college who later moved to Rome, fell in love, and got married, is moving back to the States. She is expecting her second child and says the treatment she ...

Dad's Little Pessimist

How to raise a thoughtful yet sporty child.

Dad was a great sports dad, in part because he paid attention. I was a decent athlete in a town of 20,000, which meant I got occasional mentions in the paper, especially when reporters searched ...

The Catch

Hand-me-down sports mania.

Until his junior year of college, when he decided he needed to save the world, my dad wanted to be a sportswriter. His career began when he didn’t make the cut for his freshman basketball ...

Possessed by the Blue Glow

Daddy loves TV

"You really watch television?" The question hung in the air, unencumbered by any trace of snobbery or pretension, buoyed up by a genuine sense of wonder. That simple, sincere wonder made the question all the ...

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