E.U.P. February 27, 1995 — March 24, 2005. Above: my nephew and me, a very long time ago. Cancer; glioblastoma multiform; brain, spinal cord. About nine months from diagnosis to death. Survived by his parents and his younger brother, who at the time was the age my daughter is now.
Rainwater harvesters, Berkeley, CA. Plenty to write about, especially post-Dad 2.0 conference in Austin. Ultra-short version: the future looks bright, in the caregiving men working to expand and richly populate parenting discourse realm; I couldn’t be happier that dads writing their parenting experiences online are growing a community; and I
I’m smack dab in the middle of Texas at Dad 2.0, a conference organized by and for dad bloggers, who, while a relatively smaller posse compared to mom bloggers, enjoy the benefit right out of the gate of not suffering the diminutive “daddy.” So I was already in a good