Apr 20 2012
I pride myself on being a hands off/free-range kind of dad, especially when it comes to the playground. I attempt to emulate my neighborhood moms in most ways, but I cannot fathom heading out into the jungle gym myself, unless explicitly invited by my daughter.
Mar 15 2012
A Single Dad Explains Divorce to His Daughter
I am a (soon-to-be) divorced dad. What this means on a practical level is that I parent day to day without the input of anyone else, for the most part.
Jan 27 2012
Ronia’s New Bike
Ronia has not been digging her bike trailer.
Jan 13 2012
Teacher’s Skirt is on Fire
Even by the standards of Waldorf School emails, it was serious.
Nov 10 2011
A month or so ago, I attended a historic panel on the Boycott, Divestment, and Sanctions movement at Kolot Chayeinu synagogue in Park Slope, Brooklyn.
Aug 2 2011
Fact or Fiction: A Father Responds
One of the things Ronia’s mother and I argued about was my lack of reading relevant literature, first pregnancy then childrearing books. It is somewhat impossible to argue for not reading them without making excuses for yourself, and I had … Continue reading
Jun 30 2011
Ronia and I are on a Bus from Philly to New York City
We did this when she was a baby, but I was together with her mother, and she nursed the whole time. Now in yet another badge of growing up, she requires a full-price seat of her own (fortunately it’s only … Continue reading
Jun 23 2011
From the Dad: Ronia Finally Comes to NYC
We published a post yesterday by Tamar Fox about test driving parenthood by spending the weekend with her boyfriend’s 3-year-old daughter. Here’s the boyfriend’s take on the same experience. I travel to New York every week for love. Basically, I … Continue reading
Jun 15 2011
Happy (Separated) Father’s Day
I don’t know when Fathers’ Day is this year, or even where the apostrophe goes in its name. My daughter is still too young for obligatory gratitude, though she can still melt my heart by saying “I want to be … Continue reading
Jun 7 2011
Talking About Suicide on the Go
Ronia and I took our second long bike ride today, and it was a little less joyous than the first. I was grieving the suicide of a friend, actually my estranged friend’s sister. I had come back from the funeral … Continue reading