Hugh Hefner died today and now I’ll never get to ask him if he remembers talking to a 14-year-old boy at the Playboy Club in Century City. We won’t reminisce about the moment or talk about the time I ran into George Steinbrenner at JFK or the moment I asked Leah Remini who she was… Continue reading Hugh Hefner’s Gone-It’s The End Of All Secrets
Category: Children
Writing Like This Is Us
“They could shoot you and I know you would keep coming. I know you’d try, but you might not make it. They might get you.” His words are like a knife in my back, dead center where I can’t reach the blade. But I keep trying because I don’t know how to do anything else… Continue reading Writing Like This Is Us
Like Two Hands On The Back Of Your Head
Sometimes the bells go off and you wonder if someone hears your thoughts because you feel like you can hear the whispers inside their head too. It is crazy and ridiculous but truth is stranger than fiction and you know if you wrote without fear of repercussion and complete transparency people would say you have… Continue reading Like Two Hands On The Back Of Your Head
The Conversations We’d Like To Have
They told me at different moments how awful I am and expressed their displeasure with my response that a father who never gets yelled at by his children isn’t a real father. I didn’t tell them it is far too simplistic a response to satisfy me or that there are a dozen ways I can… Continue reading The Conversations We’d Like To Have