A recent, and passionate, email from a reader reminded me of the enormous confusion that exists, predominately among men, about the definition of ‘daddy’.
I can still remember when it happened, where I was, what I wore, and what I was doing when it all went sideways. No time or distance will erase the mark left when everything changed, the moment I came to myself.
In the spirit of reflection, expected this time of year, I typically look back on the most important events in my life over the last twelve months. And while this year’s list includes a new marriage, better job, and bigger house, what surpasses them all, in terms of its impact, is becoming a stepdad.