I Am Dad, Destroyer of Toothbrushes

Three Electric Toothbrushes: Dadtritus Alert Is it just me, or do most Dads mow through toothbrushes with our mighty molars at a pace that leaves them buzzing and stuttering in our wake? To wit: at last count, I had not one, not two, but three Philips Sonicare models of various vintage standing sentry on my... Continue Reading →

Dueling Lighters: Is it Just Me?

Dadtritus Alert: Twin Zippo Lighters Can you get too much of a good thing? As we tackle the notion of "dadtritus" -- those very dad-type objects that seem to accumulate in cabinets and drawers and corners -- the answers seems to be a resounding, "well, duh." Whether it's an avalanche of rapidly-graying T-shirts, or closet... Continue Reading →

Avalanche of Dad Hats – Is it Just Me?

Dadtritus Alert: Two Dozen Ballcaps Cue the Jeff Foxworthy voice: If you've got more than zero ballcaps imprinted with the name of a resort or vacation destination, and you consider these nice enough to go out to a restaurant in... yoooooouuuuu might be suffering from dadtritus. If you've got your ballcaps separated into sweat-stained-lawnmowing caps... Continue Reading →

Digging in to the Dadtritus

Making Sense of the 'Menutiae' in Life's Middle Passage When our division vice president flew into town last Fall, we hosted a team dinner, and as an icebreaker she asked the group to name something they each did well that would be a surprise to everyone else. Now, as my direct boss, she'd known me... Continue Reading →

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