Daddio De Novo

Blooming like dandelions in a field, the image of my ear hairs in the mirror alerts me to one of my favorite rituals: it’s time for a trip ...

Hold on a second, just getting on my soap box. Left foot, right foot. There we go. Somewhere along my path in life, same-sex marriage beca...

In addition to cracking voices a la Peter Brady, bad perms, braces, and arm pit hair, musical taste begins taking root during puberty – or a...

(Written last week. I was too chicken shit to post three times in one week.) Our sitter starts next Tuesday but the wife was returning to w...

FOR ALL THAT IS SACRED AND HOLY IN LIFE, I THINK I'M PERMANENTLY TRAUMATIZED! I am on the last day of my vacation here at home with Gig...

One of the more interesting pre-birth debates between my wife and I involved the name selection process. Like other expecting parents, we gr...

In this day and age of skypes, tweets, twats, and whatever newfangled technology is around the corner for instant communication, I feel comp...