I look back at pictures of me with my month-old baby boy and cringe a bit. He looks great, of course—but I see a 35-year-old man standing there looking a little broken. And wearing strange glasses. Of all the changes that fatherhood had wrought, I was obsessed with my new glasses. My previous pair that I’d really liked had been smashed in a mosh pit. Seriously. And so I’d gotten these just a month or so before he was born. They were intended to be different, stylish, edgy. But in the wrong light, or on a strange hair day, or if…


















