I know, I know, I’m always going on about my wife’s cancer. This one isn’t about her cancer. Well, yes, I suppose it is, but it’s somewhat more universal than that, more about the human psyche and what punishments it can endure. So if you’re new to this, here’s the long story short: My wife…
I’d like to say that I’ve learned to embrace uncertainty. But that would be untrue. I don’t have so much as an arm around uncertainty. We don’t fist bump, high five, or even shake hands cordially yet coldly. What I would say is that I’ve learned to cope with it just a trifle better. Needless…
Well, here is the first-ever blog post by my lovely wife. Although I always make it sound as if this is a joint project, the fact is she’s never contributed a single word until now. I wish it were on a more enjoyable and encouraging topic. Anyway, I’ll let her get to it. Tears are…
Well, I realized it’s been quite some time since I posted Chapter 1, so here’s Chapter 2. Hope you enjoy, and feel free to critique! END of CHAPTER 1: So at the end of the week I packed a few bags, my fishing pole, a selection of books. I locked the front door of the…
“It’s a boy!” “What??!!” Surprise and bewilderment on the new mother’s face. You see, we were convinced until that very moment that we were having a girl. We had, after all, been told so by people who should know. (You can read about our misadventures in naming our unexpectedly-male child in A Boy Without a…
Having invited you all into the saga of my wife’s cancer (if you have no idea what I’m talking about, you might want to see On Colons, Cancer, and Courage), I’ve realized that I haven’t provided much by way of updates, aside from on the FNFF Facebook page, where I euphorically announced that she was “100% CANCER…
My mother’s boyfriend is moving in with her. Let me parse that sentence a bit. My mother. My mother is eighty years old, in excellent physical and intellectual health, but, following the death of my father roughly six years ago, has been feeling understandably depressed, obviously lonely, and occasionally crippled by indecision. My mother’s boyfriend. Admittedly…
The ‘c’ word. No, not that one. This one is infinitely worse. It’s the one that starts with ‘can’ and ends with ‘cer.’ The one you’d really rather not have cross your doctor’s lips in relation to yourself or anyone you love. Yet here we are. If you’ve been wondering why you haven’t seen much new…
Before you go on, I should warn you that this might get a little mushy. If that makes you uncomfortable or leads you to roll your eyes, you’d best bail out now. I don’t know if it’s because my wife is in New York and I’m in Budapest, or because I’ve been thinking about my…
My wife is a good woman. She’s smart, she’s fun, she’s dedicated to helping others, and she’s wise beyond her years. She knows that all too often on our fairly infrequent date nights we fall into the trap of talking about the kids, or work, or things equally banal. So when we went to a…
Field Notes From Fatherhood 