I’m 41. I’m in the ‘messy middle’ part of my life and I’ve had it just about up to here with my contemporaries telling me how damn great middle age is. It’s not. It sucks. There are some ancillary benefits, I suppose, amidst all this suck, but they aren’t the […]
Author: Joe Medler
My Epiphany About People’s Request to “Send Prayers”
I had an epiphany this past year. Since then I’ve prayed for anyone who has asked me to. To anyone who asked for my prayers before my epiphany, I’m sorry. I’ve come to the passionate belief that there is only this: the here and now. This belief, for me, keeps […]
5 Common Courtesies to Ditch with Toddlers
We are tasked with teaching our children common courtesy. It’s the right and decent thing to do. But be careful about starting this training too early. Rather, start as early as you can, but know that you are not bound by the rules you teach. In their formative years, we […]
The Difficult Conversation I’ll Have With My Sons
My sons are two and three at the moment. Neither of them is aware of Ferguson or Baltimore or Charlotte and for now that’s fine. I’m in a position to never have to discuss race with my kids. Both they and I are white, middle-class males in America. If we […]
7 Ways Having a Dog Totally Prepares You for Parenthood
[nextpage title=”Page 1″ ] By Joe Medler of Developing Dad You skeptics. Seriously. You think that nobody without kids can understand how hard it is. That’s just crazy. Sure, having kids, caring for them and raising them is a challenge. We all empathize. But you don’t have to get so […]
12 Honest and Unflattering Headlines for Dads
Dads. We love ’em. But we also love to poke fun at them, and they love to do it to themselves as well. Here’s one such Dad Blogger’s tribute to his greatest flaws: 12 Honest and Unflattering Headlines for Dads. Feel free to tease the dad in your life with […]
What She Did When I Told My Mother She Ruined Me
By Joe Medler of Developing Dad The most transformative moment of therapy for me didn’t happen in a therapist’s office, or even in therapy. It happened in a walk-in closet that I’d made my writing room in the third floor walk-up in Astoria, where I lived. Truth is, I was […]