A childhood camping trip nobody asked for quickly devolved into the stuff of nightmares. Chris Hunt accesses a core memory One summer when I was around seven years old, my dad decided to take the family camping. I have […]
Angela Jacques
Dear Chris
Knowing what he knows now, our Memoirs of a New Dad columnist writes a letter to his younger self I know you hate the whole “writing letters to yourself” thing. When your teacher asked you to do the same in […]
Winter of discontent
Batten the hatches! You don’t need weather to experience a cold front—just a child in his pre-preteen years Winter is coming. In fact, it’s been festering within my walls since the summer. One of the subtle truths I’ve learned about […]
Ugh, dad!
Embarrassing your kid is practically a rite of passage This column was meant to be completely different. It was supposed to be a delightful and amusing narrative describing my son’s infatuation with spending his summers with his grandparents. Specifically, it […]