My son is two years old or, in the jaw-clenching vernacular of uber-parents, he’s twenty-four months old. Before having kids I vowed only to count a child’s age in months until they were old enough to count it in years. …
Something resides deep in the coils and twists of DNA that compels one to mechanical motion. It’s not enough to run, to swing like our primate forebears, to feel the brush of leaves on our limbs. This tickle of…
I’ve learned many things in becoming a parent and one of the biggest is that I’m stubborn and argumentative. How do you argue with a one-year old? How do you argue with a five-year old? Is it worth it? Answers: …
Earlier than Paris, earlier than Milan, earlier than New York, is the San Diego Fall Fashion Reveal on October 8. This year we’re happy to present the new theme: Exotic Riviera. Let’s set the scene: the engine of a glossy…
Just you wait to see how they go together. Patience. Let’s start with The Boy, aka Number Two, riding his bicycle around with a rubber Yoda hanging out of his mouth. Why does he do this? Perhaps he’s teething except…
Boys. They just can’t do the safe thing, they’ve got to toe the line, peer over the edge, then ride their bikes along it. I’m trying to water the plants last night and Number Two decides he’s coming out. Fine…he…