So if I put shoes on you, and now, we're here at your school without your shoes, where in the hell could they be?
"I threw them out the window."
Your tiny voice took a moment to break through my exasperated parental haze.
You... did what?
"I threw my shoes out the window of the car."
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To my kids- It’s been two years since I last wrote you a letter. This website began as an attempt to for my friends and I to explore questions about the passions and politics of fatherhood, commiserate and encourage each other through our shared frailty and fallibility, and most importantly, revel in the joyous absurdity…
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Dear Malin Reese, A couple of Monday’s ago we were having an uneventful night until you decided to show your vagina to the public. We’ll get back to that in a moment but first let’s talk about mirrors. You’ve always loved mirrors. Since you were a baby, you’ve been drawn to them. I don’t have…
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To my kids- It’s Father’s Day. I’ve taken a break from scouring every room of the house in search of your shoes to write you a short letter. As I’m writing this, one of you is standing while you’re eating breakfast despite years of me shouting at you to sit down while you’re at the…
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To my kids- I’ve written to you about outrage. “We live in an outrage vacuum. Our angers are many, but they materialize and disappear like the vapors of a winter breath. The causes of the moment– political, social, economical or otherwise will demand your attention like opportunistic street market vendors working to free you of…
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To my kids- How do you show gratitude? A simple thank you? With your time? With a gift? Do you pay it forward? Do you view gratitude as a debt, or obligation? Do you view gratitude as an opportunity, or a lifestyle? Do you have to feel grateful to be gracious, or is a matter…
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One of the most important things I'll attempt to impart to you as a father is to love your enemies.
I write this next part with my jaw endearingly clenched, my nostrils affectionately flaring, and my stomach turning with fondness.
I love Kobe Bryant.
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