Brock Turner, Hillary Clinton & The Best And Worst Time For Women

Hilary Clinton May Become The First Female President

I had intended for this to be graduation week on the blog. Margaux graduated pre-school the other day. Balthazar finished second grade yesterday. Our house is ripe with change and I wanted to write about graduation and change. Because change is hard but change is good, at least that’s what I keep telling my kids. But,… Read More

My Kids Might Be A-Holes And Other Things I Learned On My Family Vacation

The gas station was only a quarter mile away. I told Balthazar we’d walk to get cash. We’d be back by the time the doctor at the local urgent care called our names. We weren’t two feet out of the doctor’s office when Balt started to complain. He didn’t stop for the duration of the… Read More

Oh No, Not The Guy With The Clipboard Outside The Grocery Store

I don’t mind going to the grocery store. It’s the leaving I don’t like. I dread the onslaught of otherwise unemployed college grads standing outside the exit who have been hired by some anonymous group to get patrons to sign petitions, support their causes, or give money to charities unknown.  The grocery store isn’t my place of charity worship. It’s… Read More

Let’s Talk About How To Use A Line

The door to my daughter’s pre-school classroom opens out. To the right of the entrance is a sign-in sheet for parents to sign their child in or out. To the left are the children’s cubbies. And on the right, just past the sign-in sheet, is the rest of the classroom. The placement of the sign-in… Read More

My Dysfunctional Relationship With Waze

It started out innocent enough, my relationship with the real time driving app Waze. When my son transferred to a new school 25 minutes from home, I figured the drive would be no problem. “I’ve been driving for 20 years,” I thought to myself. “I’ve got this.” But I didn’t have this because my kid… Read More

How To Get Famous At A Funeral

My buddy April Peveteaux and I were at a funeral here in Los Angeles. After the service, there was reception. April and I were chatting, nothing raucous or wild, but I guess the funeral brought out the funny in us. So our friend Adam, who produces a network of podcasts here in Los Angeles just happened… Read More