fatherhood

DAD 2.014: A funny dad’s honest reflections on fatherhood

As Father’s Day approaches, I’€™m forced to reflect on my own father and how different his experience as a father was than mine is now. When my father fed a bottle to my first daughter, his first grandchild, he looked up and said, “€œYou know, this is the first time I’ve ever fed a baby?” None of us were caught off guard by the revelation. This was not news to us. Nor was the fact that he, though a father of three, had never changed a diaper and most likely never will. This leads me to the revelation that despite today’s abundance of technological, health, sociological and educational advancements, compared to previous generations we are light-years behind. Instead of rushing to pick up kids at daycare, I should be stopping off for a cocktail on the way ...

My Dad on Religion, Politics, Boyfriends, Spain, and Tarot

From a very early age, I knew that my dad was different from all the other dads of this world. He encouraged me to read The Exorcist when I was eight. He recited a Max Ehrmann poem to me when I asked advice about boys (Yeah, I know. Who the hell asks their dad for boyfriend advice?!) “Go placidly amid the noise and haste,” he said. “And remember what peace there may be in silence.” My dad thought it was the height of entertainment to knock on his childrens’ bedroom windows in the middle of the night and tell them all about the ball of fire in the night sky. My dad has given away THOUSANDS of books in his lifetime, read HUNDREDS of issues of National Geographic while sitting in the bathroom, and probably hasn’t missed a SINGLE episode of Jeopardy since, l...

I’m a Burnt Grilled Cheese in the Sandwich Generation

If 2012 has taught me anything – it’s taught me that I am a card-carrying member of the Sandwich generation. I’m living inside the sandwich. Tightly packed between extra toasted bread and melted cheese. In January, we began the massive process of cleaning out my mom’s house. She and my dad purchased the tri-level house in 1970 when they were first married and never moved. My dad passed away a few years ago and it is time for my mom to downsize and live in something with less maintenance and fewer stairs. The process has been exhausting. I’ve spent at least a day every weekend since January at my mom’s house sorting through rooms and rooms of stuff. She loves her stuff – it has so many memories of those who have passed on. We have sorted, we have donated, held garage sales, argued and slowl...

Rockies’ Mora a five-tool player off the field with quintuplets

Melvin Mora wanted a boy. He had escaped the violence that claimed his father’s life in Venezuela to make it in the big leagues, and he had found love in his wife, Gisel, and stepdaughter, Tatiana. But he wanted a boy. “We wanted a boy so we could have a boy and a girl,” Mora said. “Isn’t that what everyone wants, a boy and a girl?” What Mora wanted and what he got . . . Well, let’s just say he got more than he asked for. On July 28, 2001, Gisel Mora, a petite woman who stands 5-feet-4, gave birth to quintuplets. More the merrier, meet Mora the merrier. They’ve become baseball’s version of the Brady Bunch. The roll call starts with the oldest, Genesis, followed by Christian, Rebekah, Matthew and the youngest, Jada. Gisel underwent ferti...