On recent family trip to Denmark, wife and I loved how DANGEROUS everything was—perilous play equipment, no bike helmets, creaky amusement park rides. Got me thinking about sanctity of safety among parents at home and recent books that celebrate virtues of sketchy situations for kids…
That dad with the hyper disruptive brats two rows back? I’m that guy. In this essay-as-desperate-apology, I try to make amends and imagine an airline geared specifically for families…
Expanded version of essay that was spiked by my wire service overlords (No poo talk allowed in Reuters world)… My son bullies me, insults his mother and once punched an old man in the nuts. I know it’s probably just a phase. But what if it isn’t? Check out the insane letters of response here.
In which I get up on my high horse and rail against hypocritical liberals (who, me?) who criticize the government and corporations for withholding health insurance while allowing their own babysitters and nannies to fend for themselves… It’s time to pay up, people.
Latest Reuters column, this one a dinner party anecdote about a hot babysitter wrapped up in depressing ruminations about the basic savagery and superficiality of human nature. Fun!