This week, you made nine years old! Where did the time go? I remember the day you were born like it happened yesterday. Your mom began...

Ruth George's murder happened in my second home. From 2001 to 2016, I attended school, worked, and remained in affiliation with the...

Last weekend, I embarrassed my daughter. She had a sleepover, and I kissed her in the presence of her friend. Every night, before the...

Dear Mkazo, Today is your day, Kazo! You turned six years old today. Your mother and I are surprised to see how fast you are growing. By...

A few days ago my middle child turned seven years old. This week's blog post is the letter I wrote to him. Dear Emery, Today you turned...

In the header picture of this post, I am trying to write. With two boys, hanging on my arms and asking for my attention, the simple task...

I completed the writing challenge. The Good Men Project sponsored a challenge to encourage writers to produce fifteen articles in...

It’s hard to believe. You are eight years old today. I am proud to be your father. You are smart, creative, and beautiful. I could not be...

Before I arrived in Antigua and Barbuda, I pictured evening walks on the beach with my family, a picturesque home, and an employment...

*Last week, the following post appeared on my column at The Good Men Project. * On December 17, 2010, my partner gave birth to our first...

It was 4:30 AM when I heard my office door swing open. My middle child was awake and needed his nebulizer for a breathing treatment to...

Yesterday, my daughter pulled my finger as we crossed the street and a car approached the intersection. When we made it safely to the...

The following post originally appeared in my column at The Good Men Project, and given number 45's recent disturbing comments regarding...

Yesterday, my family’s video blog, vlog, returned to YouTube! La Vida Lindsay took a few weeks off to refocus and to make a couple of tweaks

It's difficult not to be aware of the events that occurred in Charlottesville, Virginia over the past weekend. My wife, Gabriella, was t