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Dead Poets Modern Dad

Ode on a Cornelius Urn

MODERN DAD | By Jon Show It’s election season. That time of year when candidates scout out plots of land in high traffic areas and litter them with crooked lawn signs asking for our vote. Once elected they’ll discuss topics during public meetings like maintaining the beautification of our town. I’m a big supporter of […]

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The mere sight of a mobile device may diminish your cognitive resources

MODERN DAD | By Jon Show Sept. 10. I detest mobile devices in all forms. iPhones. iPads. iPods. Whatever you call devices that aren’t made by Apple. Samsungs? If you handed me a Samsung phone I would interact with it in the same manner as if it was handed to a caveman. The first cell […]

Swimmer Final Modern Dad

Reflections on a long, hot summer, with and without kids

MODERN DAD | By Jon Show The Mother of Dragons and I sat at the neighborhood pool on a Sunday last month for four hours with no children. I can’t tell you the last time that’s happened but I’m pretty sure it was the end of the second Bush administration. Where were our kids? I […]

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Surprise, Modern Dad forgot his wedding anniversary

But this makes up for it   MODERN DAD | By Jon Show It took me 16 years to forget my wedding anniversary. I don’t mean forget, as in I forgot until a day or two before and scrambled at the last minute. I mean I straight up forgot. I awoke last month on the […]

Modern D fathers day

109,500 Dad Hours, but who’s counting?

MODERN DAD | By Jon Show June 7. This year marks my 13th Father’s Day as a dad, which means I’ve spent almost a third of my life being a father. Malcolm Gladwell, in his book “Outliers,” examined the idea that a person needs 10,000 hours of practice to become an expert at something. By […]


Turning 45: A time for introspection? Nope.

Dec. 9. By Jon Show. I turned 45 last week. Man, that must make my parents feel old. So I sit here, on the cusp of ending another trip around the sun, channeling my inner David Byrne and asking, “Well, how did I get here?” Honestly, I have no idea. I’m terrible at looking back […]