Parenting stories to make you laugh, smile or say, ‘That’s gross’

And get this, he thinks it’s funny! Yeah, what nerve, what pomp!

These are short and, hopefully, entertaining stories on raising children from my perspective as a work-at-home dad.

They may provide some insight on parenting. Or not. I’m still trying to figure out how to raise my three kids.

So read on.

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About me

A self portrait that’s meant to be cool but probably isn’t.

My name is Charles Newbery.

I started writing these stories in 2008 when I was living in Pinamar, a beach town with a pine forest in Argentina.

Hence the name, Pine Tree Paradise.

I make my living as a freelance writer, mostly as a reporter. You can read more about what I do on my freelance writer site.

I am the youngest of five. I grew up in Brentwood Glen, an upper-scale neighborhood on the Westside that we managed to bring down a notch. We rode skateboards, threw things where they shouldn’t have been thrown, and played punk rock, noisily and incoherently. A neighbor lobbied to have us evicted. But we stayed. We matured. And now we’re all-around good people with a tinge of rebel.

I got my B.A. in English from UCLA. I wrote my final paper on Shakespeare, and several essays on his works before that. He’s still one of my favorite writers. I studied Borges, Dickens, Chekhov, Hemingway, Joyce and many other writers. I read a lot. I wrote a lot. Funny, I’m still doing the same today.

After university I took a year off to travel to my father’s Argentina and my mother’s England, meeting aunts, uncles and cousins on the way. I took detours to surf in Mexico, Ireland, Scotland, France and Portugal, and to head inland to Poland, Russia, Italy, Bulgaria and Hungary and elsewhere. I learned a lot about how to get by with little money. I fixed surfboards for cash, helped put on an art exhibition in Dublin, and slept in a tent when things got tight. It was a great experience.

I moved to Argentina in 1994, where I started working as a journalist and writer.

Since then?

You can read a lot about it on this blog, in particular the growing older section.