Ken Pepper first signed up for the AIDS Lifecycle charity bike ride because the drafting event was sponsored by Tanqueray gin.  He always had a weakness for martinis, so after a couple, he put himself down for the 585-mile bike ride from San Francisco to Los Angeles. The only problem was that he had no [...]

In fifth grade, I was a pathetic mess of a little leaguer.  I signed up to play on a team, and on my very first practice, I went to cover second base on a steal attempt and got drilled in the face with a hard, fast throw from the catcher.  Everything went hot orange with [...]

I have 18, 624 messages saved in my email account.  The very first saved email is from February 2, 2005—the first time I communicated with my wife, Ellie.  We met on Match.com, and in that first email exchange, we introduced ourselves to each other and commented on the likes and dislikes on our online dating [...]

On the opening night of the Dad 2.0 summit in Houston, I witnessed the Great Dad Cook-Off, which pitted four finalist dads against each other in a timed culinary competition.  To be selected as a final contestant, these dads had to submit a recipe to ReadySetEat.com, which had no more than 7 ingredients and could [...]

This year, I had the pleasure of attending the Dad 2.0 conference in Houston.  The event is a gathering fathers and father-bloggers at the Four Seasons Hotel downtown, and when I told people where I was going, most of them could not believe that something like that existed.  Historically, men haven’t been known for their [...]

I didn’t want to finish up this three-part fatherly blog adventure until the challenge of my son’s sleeping habits had been worked out one way or another.  I’m happy to report that my little man, Jack, now sleeps alone, in his dark and shadowy room, without me beside him on the floor.  His two-year-old sister [...]

I’m dealing with the fear that my son, Jack, has of sleeping alone in his room at night.  I received some excellent advice from the members of Life of Dad from my first post on the situation, and I decided to take it all to heart.  Ryan Hamilton recommended that I set up Jack’s room [...]

            Little problems get bigger, until they become issues that must be fixed.  That’s the situation my wife and I are in with the sleeping habits of my son, Jack.  My son is an amazing four-year-old kid who’s smart, funny and good at sports, but he has a habit of [...]

Need to catch up on the previous editions of “The Formula” before reading Part 4?  Click here.   The Formula – Part 4 by David Guest I picked up my car and dropped off the can of formula with Ellie.  I was hoping the offering would redeem myself in her eyes, and in the eyes [...]

Need to get caught up on “The Formula” before reading part 3?  Read them here: The Formula – Part 1 The Formula – Part 2 And now, we continue with Part 3. The three thugs in polo shirts closed in on me.  I slugged one of them in the face, which was like tossing a [...]

First read Part I of “The Formula” here. I awoke in the hospital to see my pretty wife, Ellie, standing at the end of my bed.  She was holding our two babies, and she had look on her face that was a mix of concern and annoyance.  “Baby, what happened?  You have three broken ribs, [...]

11:17 AM Babies R Us Parking Lot Van Nuys, California The semi truck lurched to a stop, and I caught Tall Bill’s eyes from the other side of the dumpster. The engine cut and rumbled into silence. We heard the door pop open, and the driver’s keys jingle as he dropped from the cab. I [...]

I recently went with my son to a party at his day care, and near the end of the fiesta, a Dora the Explorer piñata was strung up for the children.  I was really excited by this, and I made sure to fetch my son from the corner of the room where he was peacefully [...]

When I was a kid, I always wondered why fathers used to watch sports so much on the weekends, and now I know the answer.  It’s because they can’t go out and do anything else.   Well, now that I have two kids of my own, I have become one of those fathers myself.  I have [...]