The Right Number of Children
When you've got more than one kid, parenting strategies matter, say this dad.
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When you've got more than one kid, parenting strategies matter, say this dad.
A father's humorous, but helpful, advice on how to choose a name for your baby.
A dad reflects on what happens to picky eaters as they grow up.
What did you want to be when you grew up? A dad takes a look at what became of little kids' plans.
A dad looks at presents past and future, and their ability to change our lives.
A dad refelcts on Thanksgiving past and still to come, and the meaning of food.
A dad shares his experience with "real" nightmares. From werewolves to work, dreams and reality are equally scary.
Time reveals that buxom Barbie dolls and moral cowboys make an impact on our children's lives.
If you've ever had to argue the case for wearing pajamas at bedtime, you'll empathize with this Dad's predicament.
Rick Epstein tells how to he celebrates Father's Day quickly and thoroughly, with well-behaved children each time.
A dad's cautionary tale for parents eager to get started on their kids' homework.
A dad shares anecdote on raising children and looks at why we crave parenthood.
A young philanthropist's donation makes such an impression that a dad tries to re-create that impact on his kids.
One dad reflects on his childhood with his father and the difference between parenting different sexes.
A dad remembers his first love, a fifth grade enchantress, and the ugly business of boy-girl stuff.
Dad remembers tales he spun in the dark, providing instant intimacy with his kids.
My 17-year-old daughter, Sally, was driving to school with me sitting beside her. Roadside mailboxes on posts were whizzing by 10 inches from my face.
Although she's too old for trick-or-treating, about 10 times this month, my teenage daughter Sally will dress up like a soldier from the Napoleonic wars.
If you’re a dad, it pays to remember your perfect youth.
Yes, that was my 13-year-old daughter and her two gal pals in the alley between Seventh and Eighth streets, armed with shovels and surrounded by three state troopers...
"Dad, can I sleep over at Justine's?" It was 10 o'clock on a Saturday night, and my 13-year-old daughter Wendy had just emerged from a movie theater with a few other girls.
Somebody once said, "A student is not a vessel to be filled, but a lamp to be lighted." But when it comes to education, our eighth-grade daughter is neither lamp nor vessel.