What’s the amazing thing, you ask? It’s a red maple tree that is flowering outside my house right now. That’s not amazing, you say? Well, have you considered the fact that every one of those flowers is a sex organ? I don’t mean that as a metaphor. That’s literally what they are. Inside every bloom […]

The love I feel for my kids is measured on an astronomical scale. I look into their eyes and I’m launched into hyperspace, soaring through the astral planes of consciousness, one with all that is, was, and all that isn’t. Lightyears are insufficient to describe how far I would go for them. I gaze into […]

Gus needed an MRI when he was four months old. (Spoiler: he’s fine, everything turned out fine.) Our options were to either inject him with radioactive dye for imaging or do an MRI without anesthesia. As great as it sounded to turn our son into a human glow stick, we opted for the MRI. The […]

A Retraction Old Man Winter and I have had our ups and downs. As a kid I loved him. Then I was an anti-winter curmudgeon for 15 years. Then I tried to use him to biohack me into a better person. Since having kids, though? I’m a straight up hater again. It’s not even the […]

The week before Thanksgiving, our house briefly became a full-blown disaster zone. Our fourteen-month-old had already powered through six ear infections in his first year of life. In an effort to avoid nuking his entire microbiome with antibiotics, we decided to move forward with ear tube surgery. As surgeries go, it’s minor. But it’s still […]

There’s a photo I took a while back that’s stayed with me—not because it’s technically perfect, but because of what it holds. It shows my mom and my daughter laughing together. A real laugh. One of those big, open, surprised-by-joy laughs that kids are so good at pulling out of people. What you can’t see […]

We did a maternity shoot on a perfect late summer day at Plum Island, with my wife, our three-year-old, and enough snacks to hopefully prevent a full toddler mutiny. Doing maternity photos with a toddler is basically an Olympic sport, especially when you’re both the dad and photographer. Three-year-olds are newly minted egos wrapped in […]