Feeding The Kids To The Sharks: A stay-at-island dad copes with fighting, biting, and feeding frenzies in Micronesia

At first, the attempt to be a stay-at-island dad was a failed experiment. I blame biological evolution. My wife points to me losing the kids in a jungle on the side of a mountain. Sink or swim, however, is an apropos idiom on an island, and on the open seas of parenthood I learned to swim fast. Over the course of two years I managed to cook and clean, cajole and console, correct and, most importantly, connect with the kids. For a man, even a modern-day man, this is saying a lot. Yes, it’s the 21st century. Yes, we’ve come a long way baby. No, we still don’t see the irony in yelling at our kids to stop yelling.