Dad and Buried

I have a book coming out on April 2nd. It’s called Dad Truths: The Good, The Bad, and The Exhausting from the Frontlines of Parenting. You can even pre-order it RIGHT HERE! I say “may” know because there’s a chance you have no idea I wrote a book that will be coming out next spring (just in time for Father’s Day!). And that’s because I am not good at self-promotion. If you subscribe to my…

It’s day two of my summer as a stay-at-home dad and I’ve already lost it on my kids.Actually, I lost it at day 1.5. I’m not cut out for this. (more…)

I’m terrible at accepting compliments of any kind, but none make me more uncomfortable than those that praise my parenting. They make me feel like a fraud. (more…)

Last week, I cleaned out my 11yo’s backpack. Hold me. (more…)

I wasn’t sure I wanted a second kid. Today, that second kid turns 6. I definitely didn’t want a large age gap between my kids. He was born more than 5 years after my first. I also wanted a girl. My new 6-year-old is boy #2. Welp. Plans are stupid. Expectations are stupider. (Yes I know it’s not a word, get off me!) (more…)

My Son’s ADHD Is Getting to Me

I’m the first to admit that I’m still figuring out how to parent, especially when it comes to my first-born. He has ADHD, and there are aspects of the condition, and the way it influences his behavior and personality, that I still don’t understand. But every once in a while, I gain insight. I make strides. In understanding it, I mean. Not necessarily in parenting it! (more…)

Kids Are Getting Screwed

On Monday, Mom and Buried took The Hammer to the playground. They ran into a  pre-K classmate and my 5yo was so PSYCHED you’d have thought he’d fallen in love with Katie Holmes! He spent the next few hours running around like Tom Cruise on Oprah: having the time of his life (and freaking everyone else out). Who could blame him? (more…)

This is my “we’re on vacation ” philosophy. Continue reading

Sometimes you just need a change of scenery. After the year from hell, with everyone stuck at home 24/7/365, with limited entertainment options aside from the TV and our phones, escaping the four walls within which we’ve all been spending almost all of our time was more crucial than ever. Especially in the middle of winter when fresh air is less appealing than usual. So last month, when my kids’…

I’ve been a father for almost 11 years, but I haven’t felt like one for nearly that long. “Imposter syndrome” refers to the feelings of doubt one has about their abilities and accomplishments, and brings with it the fear of being exposed as a fraud. It’s usually mentioned in regards to one’s professional life (which: YES), but I actually feel it more frequently as a parent. Every morning when I…

Two years ago, I lost my job. Over that summer, my wife got one. Suddenly, I was home alone with my kids every day.⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ I was a stay-at-home dad again, a role I didn’t love the first time when I had one two-year-old, and one I wasn’t looking forward to this time around, with two sons.⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ My fears were realized when it took just two days for me to lose my patience, and I wrote an Instagram post…

Did you know I have a podcast? I do, it’s called The Dad and Buried Podcast, and much like this blog, and my Instagram, and my Facebook page, and my Twitter, it’s a platform I use to complain about parenting and mock my kids. I started it with my friend Pete, and over the fast few months, Mom and Buried has been joining me as well. Oh, and we just recorded our 100th episode. (more…)

Being the bad cop sucks. (more…)

“Supposed To” Doesn’t Exist

There’s no such thing as “supposed to.” Recently, I wrote about @momandburied’s anxiety. One of the things that feeds it is the fear that she’s not doing enough and hasn’t accomplished things she’s “supposed to” have accomplished. That’s bullshit. Not only is she holding herself to imaginary standards, but many of these expectations were created in a vacuum, before she had kids, before she had…

The Work Is Not Done

I wrote this last summer, the day this incredible photo of Brooklyn’s Black Trans Lives Matters march was taken. It’s Black History Month so I thought I’d share it again. Continue reading

I don’t suffer from anxiety. I stress and worry but, for whatever reason, it doesn’t consume me. I’m lucky that way. When I go to sleep, I put my head down and simply go to sleep. It usually happens quickly, much to Mom and Buried’s envy. She does have anxiety. Continue reading

A Bike for All Seasons

When I was growing up, all I did was ride my bike.

We had a little path behind my house that stretched through my neighborhood, connecting all of my friends houses via a carved out trail for bike-riding, and nearly every day would find me and my friends hanging out back there, on “The Path” (we weren’t very creative). When we weren’t doing that, we were riding across town to visit the mall, or…