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It’s a wake-up call when we fill this out, as we realize that but for the grace of God, go we.
Gratitude. It’s the word of the day. Yet, I find it hard to be thankful this Thanksgiving.
A few weeks ago we took Lily to a high school friend’s birthday party at a mansion on the Los Angeles side of the Hollywood Hills.
The key to making it as a doctor doing cosmetic procedures in Los Angeles is to invent a solution to a cosmetic problem you didn’t know you had.
When my daughter Lily behaves badly, she must do something extra beyond her existing chores. I often let her choose between doing something creative, or doing another menial task. She always chooses to do something creative, and she often chooses to write haiku.
Chaco adopted me the moment I stepped off the boat. I’ve been staying on a remote beach on Las Animas Bay, overlooking the Sea of Cortez, in Baja, California and Chaco is my new best friend.
My wife Robin has a new nickname for me — Noah. That’s because I’m obsessed with the coming deluge. I am not building an ark, but I am preparing for El Niño.
