Rob Wilder
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Robert Wilder is the author of two critically acclaimed books of essays: Tales From The Teachers' Lounge and the best-selling Daddy Needs a Drink. Both books have been optioned for sitcom adaptation. He has published fiction and nonfiction in Newsweek, Details, Salon, Parenting, Creative Nonfiction, Working Mother and elsewhere. He has been a commentator for NPR's Morning Edition, On Point and other national and regional radio programs including the Daddy Needs a Drink Minute which airs weekly on KBAC FM. Wilder lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico, with his wife, Lala, and their two children, Poppy and London. If you care to hear even more about this silly little man, you can check out his website at www.robertwilder.com. |
Stories by Rob Wilder
Daddy Needs A Drink
My friend Nell has always struck me as the kind of person who, if standing in line at the airport, might have told Mother Teresa to “hurry it up already.” I don’t know if it’s because she was raised in New York or survived the truth serum ’60s, but Nell never has a problem telling people what she thinks.
Daddy Needs A Drink
We’re frantically preparing for what most sober adults would consider a bad mix: full moon, fire, electronics, piles of candy bars and 15 seventh-grade girls wielding cell phones as if they were luminescent ID badges for the hormonally inconvenienced. My daughter Poppy thought having her new classmates over for an outdoor movie party was a good idea; sadly, we agreed
DADDY NEEDS A DRINK
When I started working at the school where I currently teach, my daughter Poppy was only a few months old. Many of my new colleagues would pat me on the back and say, “You just wait ’til she comes up here.” Even though it’s a dozen years later, some of those same colleagues are still standing. But this time, their advice about a daughter roaming hallways with her father sounds a bit more restrictive.
DADDY NEEDS A DRINK
My family and I are standing in line at a hotel in Green River, Utah, waiting for the breakfast that is included in the cost of our room. It’s just after 6 am. The four of us are bleary-eyed yet nervous because even though this buffet is free, it comes with some very strict rules.
DADDY NEEDS A DRINK
I had attended a conference the night before and we were extending the business trip into a staycation, a day of fun and frolic at a fancy hotel only three gallons of gas from our home...
SUMMER GUIDE 08: FAMILY VACAY
“You drove here?” our hostess asked me, a pomegranate martini delicately pinched between two manicured fingers. She was draped in a shiny gold dress straight out of the party scene in The
