Our 45 is not a straw man. He is the epitome of everything that is wrong with being a man in our society. And he presents a terrible role model for our boys, because he is violent, narcissistic, dumb, uncaring, untrustworthy. In other words, he is not a good man. Note that nothing I say here has anything to do with his political opinions. There … [Read more...] about 44 ways to make sure your son will never vote for Trump (or somebody like him)
Last week I wrote about the benefits of wrestling with your kid. But kids grow up so much faster these days, at least, so it seems. And they get stronger. They get so strong that it's hard to wrestle with them. And when your kid wants to go all out and use all their strength, wrestling is almost impossible. All of a sudden they are fully … [Read more...] about If you can’t out-wrestle them, out-clown them
It’s inevitable. Whenever someone asks for my first piece of advice about raising their children, boys or girls, my answer is the same. Wrestle. And wrestle a lot. There are five main reasons why I recommend wrestling with your children. But first, note this. When you wrestle with your child, you should loose. Give them enough resistance to make … [Read more...] about Five reasons to wrestle with your kids every day!
I love to be bored. I said those words to a group of fellow students. That was when I was in graduate school and I hadn’t lived in the US for very long. My colleagues gave me a look that made me truly realize that I was in a foreign country and they knew it too. I was definitely not from here. If you did take a moment to pause, you did something … [Read more...] about Bored
I stood outside for a moment this morning before I hopped on the bike with the girl. I could feel the change in the quality of the air in my skin. A softness returned to it, which let me know that Spring is already in the air. In just a couple of a weeks, thought, we will start to see buds and flowers. It’s the miracle of the Bay Area, Spring in … [Read more...] about Spaciousness
I was once that aggressive boy. I was. My mother tells me, that when I was in kindergarten, I’d come home sometimes and be so enraged that there was nothing that she could do to get me to talk, listen, engage in any way. The only thing she could do was to hand me an old plate (we didn’t have new plates) and let me throw in on the kitchen floor. As … [Read more...] about I was once that aggressive boy