Posts Tagged ‘fatherhood’


Just Strollin’ Along on Father’s Day.

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Six years ago, I wasn’t sure what kind of dad I might be. Certainly, I’d had an amazing influence in my own father, as well as my grandfathers and uncles, my father-and-brother-in-law, but as you hold your wife’s hand in the delivery room, I think you’re waiting for that identity to be born (so to


Your Father’s Day Report Card is in. (Plus a $250 VISA Card Giveaway!)


As a kid, I remember the day that report cards came out. No longer were you trusted to bring that piece of paper home in your backpack – they mailed that shit. I’m surprised it wasn’t sent as ‘certified mail’. The problem for me, was that I was in school while the mail was being


MILK: My Family and Giving Back.


In 1981, my parents bought an empty, wooded plot of land in Lehigh County, Pennsylvania from my mom’s uncle, John. My dad would spend many late-night hours devoting his time towards designing a house for our family. He had a vision for their homestead, the roof that would provide shelter to his wife and children.


An Interview with Jay Larson, Star of Esquire Network’s ‘Best Bars in America’.

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Many of you might know who Jay Larson is. He might look oddly familiar. You may have seen him on Comedy Central or any of his multiple performances on ‘The Late Late Show with Craig Ferguson’. Or it was possibly one of his epic sets from ‘Conan’, including this one, which went viral and garnered over a million hits


The Chaos of Turning One.


So, if you’re wondering where I’ve been since Mason’s 1st birthday party, you don’t have to look far. I’m that crumpled mound of bruised flesh and sore bones laying next to seven bags of used wrapping paper in the garage, collected and neglected from January. I gave you guys a bit of a sneak-preview and


AVA FULL OF GRACE #7: Put Me In The Game, Coach. I’m Ready.


Ten years ago, if you wanted to find me on a Sunday, I’d be at O’Briens Irish Pub in Santa Monica, California.  I’d ride my bike there from Marina Del Rey, wearing my Randall Cunningham jersey, donning a foam Philadelphia Eagles helmet. I could do that.  I was in neutral territory.  LA doesn’t have a


An Interview with the New Orleans Saints’ Drew Brees.


Yesterday was just a regular November Monday morning around my house, right? It was 6:30am and I stepped out on the front porch with a cup of joe to see if the Christmas lights and garland that I hung up on Sunday (don’t judge me) made it through the night’s brutal winds.  My 2 1/2


Book ’em Danno.


Unfortunately, I’m not Lieutenant Steve McGarrett and this post has nothing to do with Hawaii, except for the fact that I feel like I deserve a trip there after somehow stringing together almost 60,000 words to form a continuous, cohesive story for the first time in my life. When I sold a book to Penguin