A new father reflects on the world his daughter will grow up in. A personal, thoughtful post about parenthood, responsibility, and the quiet worries that come with raising a child in uncertain times.
Tag: Sara and Me
Am i Madonna’s Dad?
My baby girl Sara turns heads everywhere—like a tiny celebrity with a wardrobe to match. For a moment I even considered making her an Instagram star, until one question stopped me cold: what right do I have to trade her privacy for likes?
Hereditary Hysteria
A routine hip ultrasound with Sara turns into an emotional storm—anxiety, genetics, and a father trying to stay calm while his baby melts down. A story about what we inherit, and what we try to change.
The Divine Ravit
This should have been my first post: a thank-you letter to the surrogate who made Sara possible. A story about surrogacy, single fatherhood, and the kind of generosity that deserves more than a single day of recognition.
Being Sara Malkovich
From the moment Sara was born, I started seeing the world through her eyes—and it terrified me. A personal post about late fatherhood, anxiety, empathy, and the strange beauty of being reborn as a parent.
The Dictator and the Devoted Servant
I thought I was the adult in charge. Then Sara arrived. A single dad’s confession about sleepless nights, sore arms, and being happily owned by a tiny dictator.
A Donut Filled with Formula
She’s two months old and already running a full-scale PR campaign with her cheeks alone. A single dad’s love letter to “Donut”—and the only filling that truly matters: baby formula.
Wine, Sara, and Cyndi Lauper
After two sleepless days of vaccines, fever, and worry, I did something I never imagined I’d do as a parent: poured a glass of white wine and played Cyndi Lauper. One exhausted evening that turned into a quiet, unforgettable moment with Sara.
Sara and Me 