This is the second in my series on domestic violence, in recognition of Domestic Violence Awareness month. There are many types of domestic violence. It can be verbal, psychological, physical or financial.
I come from a loud Italian-Irish-German family. My parents fought — often. Sometimes it would be a “civilized” and mostly verbal, with the occasional tossing of a frying pan or breaking of a glass.
The headline read, “California sperm donor stalks lesbian mother.” The problem is this, there was no stalking, it was a paternity case gone awry. I should know.
“Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech … .” — The First Amendment to the U.
Fathers have a difficult time staying involved in their children’s lives. The courts usually keep the children with mom when dad moves out. The courts and mom expect dad to continue working as much as he did, for two reasons; the courts want him to make as much money as he has been, and some moms wa
As she waited to address the Legislature of Washington on the issue of gay rights and the need for a domestic partnership, she was asked, “Where are your notes?” “I don’t need notes.
“I know all about using condoms,” says Joey from Jersey. He’s 18, and that’s what he thinks he needs to know about sex. I can’t fault him — it’s no worse than most of my clients.
I walk my dog many days a week down by the Santa Monica Pier, and I always love cutting through the Chess Park. The players are usually very engrossed in their games, as they try to outthink their opponent a play or two ahead.
When I heard last Wednesday that Judge Vaughn Walker had invalidated Proposition 8 as a violation of my civil rights, he didn’t just say I could marry a man, he said I was no longer, “just a fag.
Sitting before me is a man, a father, a provider of love to his children. He has soothed scraped knees, taught bike riding, and changed wet bed sheets at 3 a.
Last week, I wrote about the horrific parking situation near the Third Street Promenade. Being a California boy, I’m not big on public transportation, we don’t have much of it, and what we do have is generally poorly thought out, and not very useful in a large sprawling city like Los Angeles.
I’m scared. It’s been said that if you build it, they will come. But what wasn’t said was where they were going to park. In about three weeks, Bloomingdale’s, Nordstrom and a host of other retail stores are opening at the Santa Monica Place.
