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What is it to miss somebody? “I miss you”—it sounds like an action that I’m taking, something that I’m doing, maybe even something I’m choosing, in the same vein as “I listen to sad music” or “I finish the pint… Continue Reading →

Sometimes Grief tells a funny story and Joy laughs so hard that milk comes out his nose.

There’s a very big difference between “It’s a beautiful place to go swimming” and “It’s a beautiful place to go swimming (except for the sharks)”.

On the 17th of a month I walked down a hospital hallway to a door with a butterfly on it. Many things ended at that door; other things began. Every month since then, I’ve noticed when it’s the 17th.

A few weeks ago, my five-year-old and I tried something he now calls “going out for a drive.” Granted, this turn of phrase is already taken, but since he won’t be able to borrow the car for about a decade, I’m okay with the potential ambiguity.

When I was 16, I was nearly punched out over a controversial call at a U10 softball game.

(photo: Ankan Ghosh Dastider, CC BY-SA 4.0) dAdlib.ca recently branched out into the world of debate by bringing together leading experts in their fields to wrestle with today’s top issues. The marquee debate pitted me, a dad with five years’… Continue Reading →

A while ago I made some cupcakes with the kid. In the very brief window between “the cupcakes are decorated” and “wait, Daddy, why are there only eleven cupcakes now and why is your mouth full?” I took a picture… Continue Reading →

He’s not very good at failing, but luckily I have plenty of experience.

I need to put the books in the bookcase so I can vacuum, but I don’t wanna.