The Dad Life

The French Riviera is more than just superstars boarding private jets and partying on yachts with the Kardashians. Toulon, our base for fo...

Released from the urban angst of London and Paris, our TGV chugs through Central France's endless array of crop rows, farm houses and a ...

Nothing wrong with a little self-promotion, especially when it comes to one's hard working wife. So in the interest of search engine op...

I'll see your romantic moonlit strolls, ambient accordion music, and charming street mimes and raise you... ...a bountiful, chaotic st...

Wedged into our seats clutching roller bags and backpacks, we are overtired yet buoyed by the promise of three weeks away from home and the ...

For my first major act of U.S. citizen-ness, on Super Tuesday I caucused. And had a ball. At this caucus. Ahem. And let me say, in a mom...

Where is Stephen Hawking when you need him? Last week Sophia asked me how the Earth started. I took a few deep breaths and before you knew...