Embarking on
the Daddy Track

I love to work at home. There’s no one to report to. Fuzzy slippers can be worn. Underwear is optional. And in a city like Los Angeles, where traffic congestion is a form of corporal punishment, there’s no better place I can think of to have a 20-second carpet commute. I’m one of the lucky ones.

After writing about work-life balance in the workplace for 25 years, I realize how invaluable it is to have this freedom knowing all too well how many poor souls must punch the clock with a short-sighted or irascible supervisor watching their every move. But having become a father last year for the very first time has given me a greater appreciation of this critically important issue and deepened the meaning of Father’s Day.

The numbers tell an even more compelling story.