A New Driver in the House

Roughly six months ago we bought Jane a car. We made this purchase mindfully. As soon as Jane had her driver’s permit I had her do the bulk of the driving. My preference being that by the time she was ready to drive on her own she had at least a hundred hours under her belt. Six months later I do believe she had considerably more. We gave Jane six months of driving an average of 45 minutes a day in her own car before she was fully licensed. We …

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This is Why UBER Should be on Every Kid’s Smart Phone

I’m at a party with my friend Laurie and we’re talking to this really nice guy who has a seven month old daughter. I’m typically really cautious when I talk to new parents because I don’t want to scare them. Especially Dads. Especially the Dads of daughters. We totally failed when I started talking to Laurie about how unpanicked I am about leaving Jane to wander Century City with her friends. “She has Uber.” I said. And sort of shrugged. Then Laurie and I started talking about why every kid …

It Feels Like a Countdown

My kids are good kids. They’re not spectacularly well behaved and they aren’t straight A students. They are smart and funny and I enjoy smart and funny people. They aren’t completely altruistic though they have moments of stupefying goodness where my eyes well with tears and I know I’ve done my job well. They’re just sort of good kids, the kind of people you want to spend time with. I got a new dance game for the Kinect the other day (I’d thank whomever sent it to me if I …

I Worried About All the Wrong Things

Yesterday I left my house at 10am and drove the Mexican Border to retrieve my daughter from a week at surf camp. Her camp was nestled between an Air Force base and the Tijuana River Estuarine. It’s not the sort of place you find accidentally, you’ve got to have a plan to get there. Traffic was magnificent from 10 to 11 so at at 11.30 I stopped in the OC and had sushi with Ciaran and felt good about the world. Then I had this hideous panicked moment where I …

I Taught My Daughter to Park the Car

Technically she’s not old enough to drive it, but I was driving at eleven and she’s plenty tall.¬†At twelve she doesn’t have much good sense but to be perfectly fair I’m 40 and my decision making skills are mediocre at best. So the other day when I needed to move the car out of the driveway and onto the street I tossed Jane the keys and said, “It’s your turn to park the car.” I still have whiplash. She’s really heavy on the brakes and herky jerky on the steering …