Let Me Come With You To Narnia

After we finished reading C. S. Lewis’ THE LION, THE WITCH, AND THE WARDROBE last year, I made Henry promise that if he ever found an entrance into Narnia, then he would most certainly have to let me know. I didn’t want to get left behind, you see. We checked various closets, cabinets, and doorways …

Danger’s Not So Scary When Your Daddy Makes You Brave

A certain part of my heart longs for these moments to never change. I look back on pictures like this one, where my oldest son tastes the salty breeze on his lips for the first time, feeling the sand underneath his toes and laughing out loud at this wholly new experience. I look back and …

Drinking Hot Coffee is Not for Moms of Young Kids

Each day, my wife makes a concerted and persistent effort to consume some small bit of caffeine. After being up and down all night with a newborn, and after being up and down all day with a two- and five-year-old, she’s well and truly tired, as her energy flags and her emotional well-being turns fragile. …

Drifting Father and Father from Shore under the Relentless Son

Even during a beach vacation, I have little interest in plying my strength against the ancient ocean’s mighty blows or fending off the constant accumulation of wind-blown salt deposits upon my eyeglasses. And so I remain quite content to live indoors with my books, or, if my wife gives me that sweet, sweet look and …