A Good Mom Doesn’t Give Up
May08

A Good Mom Doesn’t Give Up

I was in family law court years ago for a custody issue, waiting quietly behind two parents that were on stage and on display. The dad sat next to an attorney that looked like he haphazardly threw his suit on, while having one of those mornings when you get lucky with the bedhead. The attorney was obviously disorganized, searching through an open file while the proceedings are taking place. I’ve seen this situation before. Dad did...

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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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Six Things I Didn’t Do Yesterday
Jan02

Six Things I Didn’t Do Yesterday

Olive and I were eating at Johnny Rockets in Bakersfield on New Year’s Day. She likes to sit at the bar, spin in her seat, and people watch. I do too. An absolutely gorgeous woman walks in with two small children, a boy and a girl. They sit a few seats down from us, meaning they like the bar scene also. My first order of business is to look for a ring. It’s the polite thing to do, right? No ring. Woohoo! The local news shows up with a...

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A Moment of Time
Oct26

A Moment of Time

Shock and surprise, in the blink of an eye. I’m still a kid myself! This twenty year old guy. Being a father to another human being, living a simple life of wiping and cleaning. Every other weekend she’d spend with her mom. I was a full-time dad, a damn lucky one. Definitely scared, not sure what to do. I got the hang of it as day one turned to day two. Friends are going out to celebrate a birth. I’m staying in tonight to change more...

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Stepping Up to the Plate
May24

Stepping Up to the Plate

I was about nine years old when my parents would come home from work, shut their bedroom door behind them, and start arguing.  There wasn’t a pillow large enough that could hide me from the sound.  Parents try preparing their children for everything, but not this.  I’d leave the house to the nearby junior high where boys my same age practiced baseball.  You’d hear things like, “Two down,” from the chubby one with gear on behind home...

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