There Is Something About Family...

While growing up I lived with my mom, making occasional visits to Phoenix, Ariz. to see my dad. When I was younger, the age my kids are now, I usually stayed at my grandmother's home.

The family recently took a trip to the Southwest, where we visited my dad and grandmother (pictured here with the kids). My dad and I even drove by the old family home. It looks the same, with a fresh coat of paint.

A lot of time has gone by. A lot of memories. I tried to share some of those with Barcelona and Berkeley.