From images of L’Enfant to the single dad coaching his child’s soccer team, there is something alluring about father and child, or what I like to fairly re-coin the DILF.  That stands for Dad in Late Forties, or whatever else you’d like it to stand for.  This is not about the father who runs away, [...]

Welcome, once again, to Spring Break. Bikinis, pennant races, whiskey ice cream and soul-crushing drunkenness. For a quick refresher on panting, call me. :) It's a terrible week to be stuck in...