Have you had your anxiety attach itself to a place so much so that you couldn't bring yourself to even go anymore? A friend's house, an old workplace, a dog park, the dentist, or even an entire city--whatever the place is for you, it is covered in dread like a fumigation tent, and anxiety seeps into every crack like poison. If nothing comes to mind, see if this rings a doorbell:
I had the honor of talking with Charlie King of Heroic Fatherhood about my story and the story behind Dadding Depressed. Watch, enjoy, and share!
2017 was the year Dadding Depressed got its start. I'm so excited for the opportunity in 2018. Here are the top 5 most viewed posts of last year.
Mains Family Newsletter (And News Of An Avocado) "Isaiah started to say a few words which has been fun. He knows 'mama' and 'dada' and 'hot' and 'yucky' and 'idiosyncratic.' He is also learning how to disobey and rub peanut butter in his hair, forcing us to actually start parenting the little sinner." What You…
Since the looming black balloon that has lingered over our heads like a cloud of anxiety for the first four months of my wife's second pregnancy rained pink confetti, I've wanted to write this post. But...I'm kind of speechless.
Today's my birthday, and it's a big one. Here's a lesson in honor of every year I've been alive.
I fear that in this consumer culture in which we keep the world at arms length through the overuse of social media, we are caught in a web of dehumanizing one another.
I am honored to be a part of an awesome community of Dad bloggers. Weekly, we share our work with one another, and daily, we support each other. Though I've only been a part of it for about eight months, it has been going on for almost a decade, and it has already proven a…
Win a million dollars if you guess it right! No...not really.
Here’s another poem from my personal site.
Walking home a lonely man,
I saw old lovers holding hands.
She a queen and he a sage,
Still swung her door in his old age.
I took this in with eager eyes
For love oft’ hides with gray-haired wise.
A gift — a treasure — I’d come across;
A youthful joy for years of loss,
Refreshing light from a world unknown,
And a fruitful harvest from seeds well sown.