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.”
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
Sons- I’m not going to pretend to understand women- or that there’s anything universal about women that’s capable of being understood, analyzed and evaluated. All
Sons, Your mother and I struggle to keep updated photos of our family on the walls. Personally, I have a hard time understanding the custom
Dear Eleanor and Wesley, I will only claim two things about Friendship: I don’t understand it and every time I thought I did, it changed.
The Dads of The Dad Letters live in 4 different cities across 3 different states. Some of us know each other quite well, while others
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