Stuffed animals sit motionless, the vibrancy of their stitching lost with the imagination that once animated them. His warmth has...

Lately, Molly and I have felt convicted over that ominous, backlit monster every 21st century parent fears most: screen time. We've made...

I decided to clean out the boys’ room today and came across this daily scripture card smuggled into Mason’s drawer: “May you be filled...

Uncle Chris, It's impossible to truly capture everything I wish I could tell you, but A.A. Milne came close when he wrote, "We didn't...

While blogging about my children is a blast, I can't create a space that captures the essence fatherhood without sharing other content...

You won't remember this - your chest slowly rising, cresting, falling. As some of your first heartbeats tap gently on my forearm, I...

Growing up in the hills of East Tennessee, it was understood (at least in my family) that all new parents undergo a cultural rite of...

This morning, I stepped on not one, not two, but three different LEGO blocks scattered across the living room. "Death by a thousand cuts"...

If you'd told 16-year-old me, in the midst of an uphill battle with hormones and teen-angst, that I would eventually become my father, I...

"We need to talk." Molly has delivered this line many times, each instance dripping with that trademark tension and ambiguity women have...

The boys were awful today. I'm talking DEFCON 1, psychological warfare, existential crisis awful. "Siri, call DCS to come take these...