An unexpected pregnancy, tuna sandwiches consumed in darkness, and woman after woman of a certain age living by the ocean—eventually, all connections make sense when it comes to prescient grandparents.
Black and white portraits of young men and women at the Milton Margai School for the Blind in Freetown, Sierra Leone.
In central New Jersey, a car hits a seven-year-old boy. The boy dies. Almost 40 years later, an investigation into causes, effects, statistics, and consequences.
All parents like to believe their children are special. But horse breeders know better: Progeny can be unique, but for very particular reasons. How to be more honest about your offspring and their ability to finish in the money.
The next time jet lag ruins your day—exhausted, yawning, blurry-eyed, fiending for any means of correction—what if you were to stop looking for a cure inside purgatory and, instead, embrace the cloud?
In our latest TMN Weekender, a selection of stories from our archive by children of fathers (and fathers of children). Ready to read here on TMN or in an e-book...
With the imminent release of the Where the Wild Things Are movie, we’re swept up in childhood literary nostalgia. Our staff and readers tell us what filled their tiny bookshelves.
The stereotype that dads don’t show much skill or interest in child-rearing should have gone out when you were still in diapers—so why does it persist?
Are you ruining your child’s chances at future employment by blogging about his poop? By becoming a father yourself, do you finally understand your own dad? A look at the challenges of contemporary paternity.
Twelve months ago a number of TMN contributors were becoming first-time dads—now it’s time to check in and see how they’re doing. A look back at a year of highs, lows, and Diaper Genies.
For some reason not involving pods or alien harvests, a number of our writers are about to be fathers, or have recently become dads, and it seemed appropriate to convene a meeting of minds. A discussion of fears, frustrations, and why the name you’ve picked out for your kid will inevitably be mocked.
What happens when a ten-year-old enters the ranks of ham-radio enthusiasts and Dirty Old Men? Our writer remembers his friends, his call letters, and his place in broadcast history. No ham or ham-product punnery included.