I’m glad I’m not a kid today. It doesn’t look like as much fun as when I was a boy. Maybe outside urban areas it’s still fun, but from where I stand, when I watch children these days, I see over protected, insulated, and sheltered kids and I wonder how they are going to manage later in life after gr
We live in a city of creativity. Our little patch of the world feeds content and imagery to the rest of the planet. I cannot count how many different artists, writers, musicians and performers of various skills I know and come across on any old Tuesday.
Some days I just don’t know what to write. This column can be a difficult project to write on a weekly basis, but I’ve been doing it for I think almost nine years now.
I’m sure you’ve all heard the old adage, “April showers bring May flowers” or “Into each life some rain must fall.” These two sayings remind me of what I hope was the most challenging time in my life, my third year in law school.
The tulips are blooming, the daffodils are out in full force and the last storms of the season are making their wet way past us. Spring is officially here! Opening day for baseball season is Thursday and with that comes the unofficial start of outdoor life for most of us.
I am in the business of providing a service, which is protecting men’s rights as fathers and husbands. The humanity factor is crucial in what I do. I have to understand my clients, their wants, needs and motivations so that I may represent them well in court.
Randomness is a very big factor in our lives. The problem is that, by its nature, we can’t count on it happening. Sometimes random events happen that make us happy — those coincidences like when you are just thinking of a client you haven’t seen in months and he walks in the locker room of Equinox.
I’m a morning person, one of the people who can get up at 4:30 a.m. regularly, without an alarm clock, and by 4:35 a.m. be ready to hold a conversation, plan a ski trip or make breakfast for 20.
Fame is elusive for most of us. Thankfully. Most people don’t really want to be famous. The idea is seductive. The red carpet walks, the people rushing us to get an autograph, the swag bags of goodies, the piles of money that are thrown in the face of the famous.
Approximately six years ago, I wrote a column on technology and how it frees us. I wrote that column using a Palm Treo and e-mailed it to the editor from the side of Mammoth Mountain as I was skiing.
My brother turned 60 this past weekend. So he had a party. He does this every 10 years, and of course I went to help celebrate another decade on the planet for the man who basically raised me.
Some days are just better than others. Some days the sky is bluer and the air is sweeter. Other days, not so much. But living in Santa Monica allows me take a walk along the pier, see the sun set on the Pacific and remember that each day here is blessed.
