One night, I sat in my car outside my own house with the engine off, not quite ready to go inside. The night before, I had shouted at my two kids for not going to bed on time. It didn’t call for shouting, and I wasn’t proud of myself. That’s usually when the question turns up. So what makes a good father, really? Not the version printed on the card. The version you can hold yourself against on an ordinary Tuesday. After years of getting this wrong in front of witnesses, here’

When my kids were little, I had a three-times rule: if I had to repeat myself twice, my voice changed on the third. It got louder, sharper, and sounded a lot like my father’s. There was no specific reason for my reaction. It could be a missed bedtime, late for school, clean up your room. If it is something I wanted done, and it wasn’t being done, then that was a problem. My kid finally would do it, with a lowered head and no smile. That would follow me for the balance of the

There's a specific kind of tired that sleep doesn't touch. You wake up already empty. You snap at your kid over a spilled cup, feel awful about it, then do it again an hour later. You come home from work, navigating dinner and the evening as a zombie, just trying to make it to bed early. That's dad burnout. And if you're feeling it, here's the first thing to know. It isn't a weakness, and it isn't bad parenting. It's what happens when the demands of work, kids, and everythin

I used to think bonding with my kids meant the big stuff. A trip. The whole Saturday cleared. A perfect afternoon I'd planned for a week. The problem is I'm a busy dad, and those wide-open days almost never show up. Here's what I wish someone had told me sooner. You don't bond with your kids in big blocks of time. You bond in small ones. The two minutes at the door. The drive to practice. The dumb joke at dinner you both still quote. So, if you're reading this between meeting

Touring the Mavericks practice facility, one quote on the wall stuck with me: effort is the one thing we can always control. Here's why it's stayed with me since.

Donuts with Dads is my favorite school tradition every year. This time my son wrote me a story that ended with, "I hope in the future I can help him back."