About Me

Born in Columbus, OH. One of six children. I’m a new Dad, and created this site for my son, Atlas.
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Dear Atlas,

It’s me, your Dad.

Your Mom and I have reached a point when you could easily arrive in days—or weeks.

That uncertainty has been somewhere in the back of my mind at all times. It seems like no matter where I am or what I’m doing, I find you somewhere in my thoughts.

I’ve been checking in with myself a lot lately, asking myself how ready I feel I am for your arrival. That’s a hard question to answer, Atlas. I feel ready for you to be here, but I don’t entirely know what it will be like to turn on the “Dad switch.” 

I grew up watching my Dad, thinking he somehow knew how to be a Dad. During the times he didn’t live up to my expectations, I was disappointed. Now, I find myself in the same position he was in: expecting you, making the switch to providing for somebody other than myself, and feeling the urge to get sustainable work that our family can depend on for years to come.

Feeling how I feel now, I realize I probably could have cut my Dad a lot more slack for all the times he acted like a human instead of a hero. After all, that’s what we all are, Atlas. We’re people, and sometimes we act like it.

One of the things I hope we embody as a family is the ability to accept each other when we act like human beings, when we spill the wine, run late, forget to do something, and disturb each other in the middle of the night.

It’s a relief to even type these things to you, Atlas. Because I realize it’s a lot easier to accept these things as part of life than to develop anxieties or anger about them.

Your Mom and I can’t wait to meet you, Atlas. It’s time for your Dad to get to work.

I love you,


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