faulker009

Today was a very sad day for me. My little girl is no longer little. She now has her first cell phone. Ok, she is 13.  And she is taller than her mom. But her own personal cell phone? WHY? What did I do to deserve this! Do you know how much texting she is going to do? Do you know how many friends she is going to talk to? What's next, Boys? You can tell by the grays on my head that I am no longer young, but now... I am officially old! My daughter has her own phone number. Just because EVERY other child, ten and over, has their cell phone doesn't mean we have to do it. Right? If every other child were to jump off the high dive, would you? Does this mean she doesn't have to eat her vegetables any more, "because we said so"? Or put away that pile of dirty clothes in her room... Or pickup the dog poop... This decision was a long time in coming, but somehow we held her off. Until today. Today we went to get my daughter her first phone AND trade in my wife’s dinosaur of ...

Eight years ago I wished my dad a Happy Father’s Day. For the last time. Thirteen days later, he died of a massive heart attack. The good news is he suffered for about 15 seconds. The bad news is I have suffered for nearly eight years. And counting. Father’s Day is not the same without your father. I wasn't there that morning When my father passed away I didn't get to tell him All the things I had to say My father made it very clear that I was his earth and his moon. And his only son. My parents got divorced when I was 12 and I was pretty much raised by a single dad. He did the best job he could -- a damn good job -- considering his father died when he was nine. My dad, an only child, spent the next 50 years raising his mom. He graduated from New York University after going to seven years of night school.   That gave him the opportunity to work during the day to bring in money for the two of them. He believed in working hard and wasn't afraid to do it. The result was an ama...