I know I said I wasn’t going to write these anymore, but I’m a liar so here we are. Parents deal with their children’s chicanery daily. My situation is not particularly special. I am not the best father in the world, though I’d like to think I’m at least in the 90th percentile. Maybe 85th.
I was a spoiled kid. From birth until the age of seven I was the only child in my family, with “family” referring to my parents, my grandparents on my mother’s side, three aunts, and two uncles. I was doted upon regularly. Love and affection were given to me often and everything I did was
My parents love being a part of Neighborhood Watch. For a while they led the group, holding monthly meetings at their home and patrolling the streets as they speed-walked around La Mesa. The truth is that the fifty or so members of that Neighborhood Watch did a lot of good. They caught a few car
Last weekend my family went to Disneyland for the second time. Though Black Friday is typically a busy day for The Happiest Place on Earth, early morning rain scared a majority of the crowds away and we found ourselves with incredible access to the rides and attractions. We spent the entire day together, never splitting
Last week was a rough one for the Ninness Family. I was really starting to feel the pangs of absence in Orange County, while my family tumbled through their own struggles in San Diego. My wife was exhausted, up early every morning, working all day, and taking care of the kids at night; that kind