It was a Wednesday morning, which meant Cristian and I were off to Coney Island. We weren’t going to the amusement park, although I planned on taking him to Nathan’s for hot dogs. Once upon a time, I was a Stay at Home Dad who worked part-time as a medical…

Hi, my name is Frank Priegue, I’m the father of an autistic child. It felt good to write that. This isn’t a deeply held secret, our family and friends are aware. If you follow me on Instagram, I’ve included hashtags like, #autismawareness, and #autismdads to my posts for well over…

You’re in the twilight of your pregnancy, surviving Lamaze classes, the baby shower, and pregnancy hormones so intense they make a rectal exam from a longshoreman seem enviable. Just one thing remains — having the baby. If you thought the past forty weeks were rough — just wait. …

We long to return to normal, but **normal led to this**. To avert the future pandemics we know are coming, we MUST grapple with all the ways normal failed us. We have to build something better. I hope this piece, in showing what went wrong, helps. …

Am I Young at Heart or Just Delusional? — I was 50 years old when my son Cristian was born and a stay-at-home dad for the first two years of his life. Initially, this concerned me because I had never changed, fed, or bathed a baby before. …

“How is it that the ultimate prize in the most macho sport ever invented is a piece of jewelry?” — Jennifer Garner in the movie Draft Day Super Bowl LVI is on Sunday; the Bengals are playing the Rams at SoFi Stadium in Los Angeles. Tom Brady isn’t playing, so…

Our son Cristian is the child of older parents. I was 50 and my wife Esther was 42 when he was born, so we knew he wouldn’t be playing with our friends’ kids. As he got older, we invited his cousins Justin or Lucas over for play dates, but they…

2022 is just a few days old. On any other year, the gyms would be packed with people, those who haven’t given up on their New Year’s Resolutions. Although the gyms are still full, this year is different. …

In my home, the three months between Super Bowl Sunday and a new baseball season are a sad time. Filling out a March Madness bracket doesn’t do it for me. After a cold winter, one phrase gives me hope, pitchers and catchers report on February 14th. …