Nathan Timmel
The Blog
Interpretation
I’m a comedian, which means I use words for a living. I also have a degree in English Literature, which means I know how to choose those words carefully, and for maximum effect. Unfortunately, that doesn’t mean people always listen to what I’m saying. Sometimes they hear what they want to hear, which is enough for them.
It’s OK to Talk to Animals (and Other Letters from Dad)
First steps, first word, first time pooping in the bathtub… as a stand-up comedian, Nathan Timmel missed numerous milestones during the first year of his daughter’s life. Traveling from town to town, he spent his night slinging jokes while his daughter Hillary discovered the world around her.
Sunshine Saved My Life
My wife likes to joke that I have no soul, because I don’t cry. She, for the record, weeps at the drop of a hat: during movies, a commercial, while reading… She even cried at the birth of both our children, and seriously, who does that?
Do Not Go Gentle…
The problem with America—or maybe most people in the world—is that if given the option of being challenged, or catered to, the majority will choose “catered to.”
Gradient Change
I almost sat down to write another episode of, “People are Goddamned Annoying,” but as I started typing, I noticed something…
Dear Hillary…
It is November 15th, and I am sitting in a hotel room in Moorhead, Minnesota, missing you dearly…
The Patron Saint of Outrage
Rarely have I been as angry as I was on October 3rd, 2013.
A Night Alone
September 16, 2013, was a milestone for my daughter. That morning was the first time she ever woke up with neither her mother nor her father in the house she knew as home. I had been in Chattanooga the night before and was doing my best to return to her side. Driving...
A Moment in my Mother’s Shoes: Audio
It’s taken too long, but if you’re not a fan of reading I finally have something for your ears… My memoir, I Was a White Knight… Once, is now available as an audio book.
A Chance Encounter
Invisible bonds exist between certain people, such as that between members in the military or those that tie a family together, and one such connection is present between mothers.
Inside the Arrogant Mind
I’ve never understood the type of person that thinks it’s OK to be rude in public. To be arrogant, and put the focus on you when in a crowd.
Worth a Thousand Words
All I understand is: My heart lives inside my daughter.