Upon hearing that our second child would be a boy, I walked out of the doctor's office, crossed 8th Avenue and stepped into a Mexican restaurant to drink something with tequila in it.
If you think the "sex" talk sounds uncomfortable, get ready. And if the "drugs and alcohol" talk makes your heart want to break, there's another doozy waiting out there.
"I think I just want to stay home tonight, Dad. You want to watch a movie here? Just you and me?" I went over to the couch he was lying on and felt my teenage son's forehead.
There is an old saying that a good father is better than a hundred schoolteachers, so if your father is a famous writer, then it only makes sense for him to impart wisdom from his own journey to his son or daughter who aspires to write.
Our son is no less certain of his own name, or of the existence of his right hand, than he is of our presence in the house as he sleeps at night. This is a wonderful thing to give a child.
The days of "Do as I say and not as I do" are over. Today's kids, who are always-on, are tech-savvy and have 24/7 Internet access to information which they can use to dispute you.
At age eleven, I was in a plane crash with my father, his girlfriend, and the pilot of our chartered Cessna. By the end of the nine-hour ordeal, after clawing down steep, icy terrain, I was the only survivor.