Category Archives: Life Transitions

Yep, I was only 17

At about 12:10 a.m. on April 21, 1985, I got in the car with my main mate TS.  We’d been drinking and I was a passenger in his 1985 Accord Coupe.  When I woke-up in the hospital 9 days later, I learned we’d wrapped around a telephone pole and I’d had three seizures and been…

Men at work, men without hats, & men’s counseling group

Hello Gentlemen: I’m writing to invite you to join me in the next round of my counseling group for men that will begin on Monday, September 19th. The group will meet from 715-830 p.m. each Monday and will last for ten weeks. The group will be limited to seven men and will meet at my…

He does, she does, everyone PROCRASTINATES!!!

I’m doing it as I write.  I should be doing things that are more important than this.  Yet, here I am writing my blog.  I believe I’m procrastinating.  I think everyone procrastinates.  And since it’s the beginning of the school year, I figured it’s time to revisit why our kids do it. About 95% of…

NO REGRETS!!!

Open your mind’s eye for a second and flash to a bunch of dudes.  Voices rising, they pound their chests and yell, “No Regrets!!!”  You try to ignore them, but secretly you roll your eyes and scoff at them. And yet today, I’m feeling them.  KD starts school tomorrow, and he has been acting out…

Living in LA with my best old friend Dave

I left Los Angeles in 1998 and moved to Berkeley. I left my whole life behind: parents, family, friends, career, etc. You know what they say about moving for love… I left my best friend Dave behind. Dave and I knew each other in kindergarten (so he says) and were in the same class in…

Thank god! We lost it in troubled waters-River City Counseling

When I got my first cell phone, my wife complained because I wouldn’t pick up or return calls. It wasn’t anything personal; most of the time I accidentally left it at home. It was more of an annoyance that anything else. Years later, we got rid of our landline, and it became the only way…

Here we go again and again and again

My parents lived close to Watts during the riots of 1965. Not long after my pregnant mother was walked home from the grocery store by a member of the Harlem Globtrotters, who recognized that things were heating up, my parents realized that things were way too dangerous and left the area for a few days….

I wish I was homeward bound

As you read this, I’m sitting down on my chair, hanging out with my son, drinking my coffee, and heading to work. I’m going to see clients, do paperwork, and head home. And this is where it’s going to get crazy. And I mean crazy. Because I’m going to go home to my new house….

An extra shot or I shot the sheriff

You don’t need to go any further than your local coffee shop. The guy in-line with dreadlocks and smelling of patchouli is a total “stoner.” The barista with gauges and tattoos is a “slacker.” The guy dressed all in black, blogging furiously on his MacBook and giving you the elevator and scowling at you is…

Really! Not this again

I want to thank those of you who have subscribed to my blog recently. To catch-you-up, many of my blogs revolve around the highs and lows, joys and challenges for my wife and me parenting our 8-year-old boy, KD. He is an only child who loves sports, and I’m his main playmate. He’s kind, sweet,…