Category: Suburban Dad

Wonder Is the One Frequency That Requires No Translation

My car sped down the hill, my eyes darting from the speedometer to the road as I debated how much I could get away with.  Over the car speakers, NASA flight control officers worked their way through the …

Stoicism Has Borders

I am the rock upon which my household sits.  While I don’t usually boast in these pages, it’s important I make an exception today.  Last time I was sick, I was not nearly as pathetic as I usually …

Why I Asked AI Instead of My Dad

My wife looked at me and uttered the words I most dread in our relationship: “When are you going to hang those frames?” Pinned like the frantic rat I was, I looked for a limb to gnaw off …

After Action Report: The Long Night

The first rumble comes at midnight, that witching hour when nothing good ever happens. My stomach clenches like a fist, and I know what’s coming. I’ve been here before. Decades of motion sickness have made me intimately familiar …

Llamageddon: Why Toddler Bonding Trips Always Go Wrong

My son and I whipped down the Utah freeway at exactly five over the limit, and I knew that I was about to take the crown as the favorite parent.  Since birth, he has made it clear he …

Turf War: Defeat and Resurrection in Suburban Lawn Combat

It’s late winter. I stare out my glass door to the backyard, looking at the grass as it starts to stir from its winter hibernation. Signs of life pop everywhere. Everywhere save one spot—the Patch. My nemesis, my …