I’m the most inappropriate dad. I curse in front of my kids and their friends. I let my kids watch R-rated movies. I’ll walk by the movie theater and say, ‘Let’s go see that,’ and my kids will say, ‘No, it’s rated R. It’s not appropriate for kids.’ I’m like Uncle Dad. We have fun. I don’t live with them, but I drive over four days a week.
My dad is a nurse midwife, one of about only 50 male midwives in the U.S., I think.
I pop gum. My parents get so annoyed with me. I know my dad wishes he never taught me how to do that.
My grandfather was a lawyer, my dad was a lawyer, my mum was a lawyer, I got an uncle who’s a lawyer, I got cousins that are lawyers.
Parents don’t understand kids and kids don’t understand parents. My parents were divorced when I was really young and I went to live with my dad.
My parents moved to American Samoa when I was three or four years old. My dad was principal of a high school there. It was idyllic for a kid. I had a whole island for a backyard. I lived there until I was eight years old and we moved to Santa Barbara.
My dad? He died when I was 19, which is a bad time for your dad to die, because there’s an awful lot of things you have to resolve with your parents past your teens if you’ve been a difficult teenager.
If anybody had a reason to become a delinquent, to become a criminal, to be angry at the man, to be angry at the white man, to be angry at America, it’s my dad, but he did not feel that way at all.
My mom and my dad were married 56 years, and the fact that I reconciled with my dad I think made their marriage a little bit better as well.
My dad was a Marine. He was one of the Montford Point Marines. Those are the equivalent of the Tuskegee Airmen for Marines. He’s a tough, tough guy. When I was 15 we had a fight, and I didn’t speak to him for 10 years.