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.
Tag: Sara and Me
Being Sara Malkovich | How Fatherhood Changes the Way You See the World
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 | Life With a Newborn Who Wants to Be Held All the Time
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 | A Single Dad and His Round-Cheeked Baby
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 | Singing My Favorite Songs to My Baby Daughter
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 