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Being an engaged father isn’t a big deal, except it is. I have to highlight engaged fatherhood as the norm until it is. With so many stereotypes working against this tide, it’s a big deal to make it not a big deal.
How do you divide chores in your marriage? Is it all hands on deck or do you stay in your lane? My wife and I have our own responsibilities. YMMV.
My parents are coming over for Christmas. My parents, my wife’s in-laws. Which means we clean. Which means I clean with the Hoover Power Scrub Deluxe.
For the first time in the province’s history, a sitting MLA is pregnant in Alberta. There is much gnashing of teeth over this, but guess what everyone?
It’s not that I don’t like cleaning, I’m bad at it. So, for Mother’s Day, I teamed up with Merry Maids to get some lessons, and get it done right.
Moms and dads do things differently. And that’s okay. This isn’t a Mars and Venus thing, it’s an earth thing. We’re both here, so let’s meet in the middle.
Women say sorry too much we’re told. Husbands would beg to differ. Wives find it hard to apologize to their spouse. “I’m never wrong,” they retort. Sigh.
Here’s a dad’s birth story. The actual view from outside the stirrups, and what it’s like to sit there helpless as you watch people you love go through pain, and the moment when you become a dad.
You don’t need to breast feed in line at Tim Horton’s. One mom thought she would. The store asked her to stop. Then it hit the fan. Sigh. Why can’t we get along?
My latest column for the Calgary Herald Neighbours edition is a salute to Moms for Mother’s Day. They do a lot and deserve a Hallmark Holiday
The Mother’s Day Journal is the easiest, simplest, most meaningful, and best Mother’s Day gift of all time. How do I know? My wife told me. Here’s how to make yours:
Mother’s Day will always be a Grand Mother’s Day for me. It’s the anniversary of the day my Nan passed away. A more fitting day for a more wonderful woman I couldn’t imagine.