On Becoming a Better Man, Human, and Father


I love washing dishes


I enjoy washing dishes and cleaning the kitchen after eating. Seeing the kitchen and dining area after it’s all done is satisfying. This first became a “thing” when I read an article by Leo Babauta in 2010 that impacted the way I approach all the mundane but necessary tasks of the day. wash your bowl “Have you eaten your rice porridge? Then you had better wash your bowl.” It’s become the default...

Lessons in Scarcity After Divorce


That scarcity taught me to appreciate and maximize everything. I only had a few hours with them.  It scared me straight since there was little to no time to waste. It’s almost as if there’s a countdown every weekend. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock… Every conversation mattered. Every choice mattered. Every activity mattered. A little dramatic, I suppose, but it kept us engaged...

My Marriage Was My Biggest & Best Failure


My marriage was my best and biggest failure. It sounds so dramatic, but it’s true.  Growing up, I always wanted to be married. It’s heavily ingrained in my culture, and I was looking forward to having my own family. My mom was putting a ton of pressure on me to get married. NOW! I was 25 and getting older every year. I was a wee bit desperate. I was clueless about dating and how to be...

“Are you working on having a son?”


I am the father of two brilliant young ladies. Anyone following me knows this withing 5 minutes. But I get this question fairly often, “Are you working on having a son?” or some variation of it. I am not at all. I’ve never felt that I had to have a son to feel complete. Part of the argument is that a boy will carry my name and my legacy on. I don’t completely believe that...

Small Trips in Time


Small Trips in Time October 2008. Fe (5) and Anastacia (3) I was divorced and working on my side hustle. I became intoxicated with the idea of quitting my job and being more involved in my daughters’ lives. I would be an idiot to quit my steady job. Or would I be a genius? One thing that I’ve always been guilty of is being ok with looking like an idiot, especially for them. These pixelated photos...

On Becoming a Better Man, Human, and Father