“Never apologize for something that wasn’t your fault.” I can still hear my father’s voice as he tapped into his inner Mr. Miyagi, while grooming me into the karate kid that I am today. I appreciated that valuable life lesson, as it’s served me well along the way—particularly as I navigate the sometimes rocky terrain of the entertainment industry.

I can’t lie … over the course of my life, I’ve experienced my fair share of pregnancy scares. It didn’t matter if it was a long-time girlfriend or the girl I met at that “A-Team” fan convention, the fear of an unwanted pregnancy is still the same—regardless of my relationship with the woman.

Over the past few years, I’ve attempted to accurately define the true meaning of love. And while I’ve gotten close to nailing it a time or two, I don’t think I’ve ever completely hit a homerun with my prose. I occasionally kick myself for what I perceived to be literary shortcomings… But then I read [...]

I was raised to fear nothing but God … it didn’t matter what it was—man, woman, lion, bear, or J-Lo singing acapella—my mother and father instilled in me an understanding that there was nothing on this earth capable of invoking real fear within me.

It’s been a while since I’ve indulged in a one-night stand. Truth be told, when I started hearing about flesh-eating STD’s capable of devouring your entire body in 33.4 seconds, I decided to leave the one-nighters to you more adventurous types (I’m kidding, but not really.) Just because I’m officially out of the game though, doesn’t mean I can’t still acknowledge this as a big part of some of your dating realities.

You’d be hard pressed to find someone who in 2011 remains unaffected by the single parent phenomenon. Whether it’s you, your mother, your sister or a close friend, there’s a good chance that someone in your life is currently dealing with the delicate obstacle course known as single parenthood.

A close friend was recently hit with a disturbing amount of bad news. Now, it wasn’t the death of a loved one or a terminal medical diagnosis, but it sure felt that way—at least it did to me. As she cried to me over the phone, the knots in my stomach tightened to the point where it began to cut off my circulation, making it hard to breathe as she poured her heart out.

I’m not going to belabor the points in this article for two reasons: For starters, the average intelligent woman knows that it isn’t wise to have a bad temper. So I wouldn’t dare insult their intelligence by spending more time than what’s needed on something that should be a given. Secondly, I just checked my mailbox, and my DVD boxed set of “Mr. Belvedere” just arrived, so I’d rather spend my afternoon watching that.

In a recent piece, I detailed 3 things that you should keep to yourself in the early stages of dating. After the piece was published, there seemed to be some disagreement over one of my points. Here’s what I wrote.