Can't spell vasectomy without team: how to give the perfect "snip gift"

"Taking one for the team"… "Vasec-Tommy"… "Can't spell vasectomy without team" Yep, when there's no push present because you've chosen to be childfree, sometimes you make t-shirts with the slogans above as part of your "snip gift" extravaganza. Our sales manager chica, Tiff, did just this for her husband and we've got the deets on how to make vasectomy day a much better day than it could be otherwise.

Bridging the gap with my children's interests: Why one geeky dad is learning to love cartwheels

I'm beginning to have an understanding of what my father felt when he came home after working all day, grabbed our baseball mitts, and stepped into my room to ask if I wanted to play catch. He would usually find me on the floor of my room, in the midst of a galactic battle between good and evil, Empire and Rebellion. Now that I'm a father, I find myself with two young daughters who have the same view of their father as their grandfather once held.

On red hair, elderly neighbors, and how kids are kind of the Fountain of Youth

When I was a kid, growing up with bright red hair wasn't easy. It's tough to remember just how red it was as it fades with age. I mean, it was a really deep dark oxidation red. A burnt umber that would have made Bob Ross sigh in delight and approval. Besides the typical teasing of being the odd looking kid in the neighborhood, there was an inordinate amount of hair touching that occurred back then too.