About Letters to a Little Girl
What if there was a chance you only had 20 years* with someone?
What would you do differently?
These writings are one of my answers to that question.
* Sure, shoot for 40. But be present and grateful like 20.
I’m also writing about things rarely written about: being an older parent, being a girl-dad, showing up for women and children as real men should aspire to show up.
When I finally climbed the summits of the decisions before me, the long climb of whether to marry a wonderful woman and the still higher peak of whether to have a child later in life, I entered the rarified air of about 1 in 1000 men who decide to have children at my age.
By the time I become a father, in January 2026, I’ll have slipped into a demographic so thin it doesn’t cast a shadow.
Years ago, I wrote a book about accompanying someone I loved on her journey out of the world, or at least to the border between here and the other side. Bearing witness to my mother’s death and writing about it were the two most meaningful things I’d ever done up to that point.
Now I want to write about a happier part of the meaning to life: accompanying someone on her journey into the world. I invite you to join me.
The Prologue, How I Met Your Mother, starts here.
