This time last year, I was going to have a baby—but I didn’t know it yet.

Yesterday, I gently held my infant son’s upper -body still as a nurse administered his first immunizations. I knew it...

Due dates are a little like the expiration dates on milk jugs.

Last week, my son kicked his father in the face. Through the womb.

A common adage advises us that whenever life closes a door, it also opens a window. This past July, a...