Get in the Car
I was fourteen years old, sitting in a Delaware State Police troop in Dover, hat and glove in hand, wearing my dirty baseball uniform and crying.
Read Letter No. 4I don’t want to raise a boy who never gets into trouble.
Letters to my son
These stories began as letters to my son, Nikko. I share them here for anyone else finding their way.
Read the latest letterStories about fatherhood, adventure, getting things wrong, trying again, and choosing to be present for the people and moments that matter.
I was fourteen years old, sitting in a Delaware State Police troop in Dover, hat and glove in hand, wearing my dirty baseball uniform and crying.
Read Letter No. 4I don’t want to raise a boy who never gets into trouble.
Don’t Let Go of the Rope
During the point, anything can happen. Between points, you can control time.
Comfortable Being Uncomfortable
How do you make your kid feel completely safe without making his life too safe?
Something Feels Off
From the outside, life looks pretty good. But something feels off.
I’m Rob. I coached competitive tennis for more than 25 years and have spent a lot of my life building businesses. These days home is Puerto Rico, with Melissa, our son Nikko, and Kai, our dog.
I started writing these letters for Nikko — the stories I want him to have, and the lessons I’m still learning myself. They turned out to be for other people too: dads, people thinking about becoming one, and anyone trying to pay closer attention to their own life.
I don’t have this figured out — that’s kind of the point.
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Notes from somewhere between building a life and actually living it.