A Father’s Hands
With two hands on the wheel, I drove 35 mph down the highways of San Diego. Kyra was in the...
With two hands on the wheel, I drove 35 mph down the highways of San Diego. Kyra was in the...
I kept my arms at 90 degrees. My elbows were locked and my arms were working in harmony with my...
So, the other night, I asked Dillon if he wanted to learn how to fight. Now, before I tell you...
My son is now taller than me. It’s not easy. Kyra’s always like “Stand back to back with Dillon.” I...
Dear Dillon, Be the second person who tries opening the lid to the pickle jar.* Trust me. Watch what happens...
