So This Happened…
Apr01

So This Happened…

At bedtime, Tuesday night, I could have sworn I shut my ringer off before sinking my head into a pillow but by 5am Wednesday morning, I was alerted to my forgetfulness with beeps. The number wasn’t associated to a contact and I wasn’t sure what area code this was from. It’s not out of the ordinary to receive early morning calls because I speak with lots of family law attorneys on the East Coast, three hours ahead. I sent the call to...

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Just One Father’s Day Gift Idea
Jun19

Just One Father’s Day Gift Idea

I considered writing a “Father’s Day Gift Idea” blog but there are too many of them, and honestly favorite gifts have always been handwritten notes and cards from my daughters. My 13 year old daughter, Genesis, has put some of the best combination of words together; she knows exactly what to say. My 7 year old, Olive, always brings her cuteness and lovability through colorful flowers and hearts. These things always end up in the tub...

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Love is Greek to Me
Feb12

Love is Greek to Me

Love has been a challenge. Searching for it, finding it, maintaining it, and enjoying it; all of it. Being a single dad, love with my daughters is easy. I have all the love in the world, unconditionally and in abundance. It’s raw and original. Giving and receiving love between my girls is effortless; I don’t have to think about it. It just happens. The Greeks call it storge, a natural affection. It’s a familial love primarily between...

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The Waiter That Saved Christmas
Dec25

The Waiter That Saved Christmas

I went to a small Mexican restaurant after Christmas shopping the other night. I had been there before but not for a few years. I showed up at 7:05, minutes after their happy hour menu ended. I wasn’t there for the beer, I wanted their Chile Verde Nachos, for half the price than the regular menu. Damn, and I barely missed it. The waiter walked over with a basket of chips, and salsa that was about to say, “Merry Christmas,” to my...

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Feed the Children!
Oct16

Feed the Children!

I write words. No one pays me and I don’t blame them. The most meaningful things I’ve written, or what I’ve created, have no meaning to you. They’re so important that I put them next to salami sandwiches, bags of chips, and Handi-Snacks. These priceless collections of messages and images are sent secure and private. Even if you were to breach security, you’d have no use. The NSA spy program has nothing on...

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