How honest are we with ourselves? Do we tell ourselves the truth about our experience, about what we really want and need? How we really feel? We must...
Sister Christa-Maria extolled the benefits of their chocolate business identifying something very feminine about chocolate, something specific to the taste, something about the look. It fits better with women, she thinks.
In the past decade or so, scientists have assembled an impressive amount of evidence that becoming a father transforms men's bodies. Moreover, children can be positively affected by the distinct way that fathers typically engage their children.
This year marked two more Father's Days for Dad since then, and his 88th birthday. Since that fall, his new life includes a wheelchair and nurses, but the champ is far from counted out.
It's time we take the glory of celebrating Dad on Father's Day and give him equal credit all year long, just like we do moms.
Our griefs, if we're fortunate, are commonplace. None of us escape. Everybody's knees hurt. Everyone's relatives pass away. The same sorts of tragedies lurk, for each of us, around every corner.
ey called him "Billy the Kid." He was a fighter, but never hit me once. However, when I did something wild (which was often) he'd say, "Don't start anything; I've got at least one good fight left in me!"
My father's valuable wisdom is with me every day and has left a lasting imprint in my mind. I honor my father not only around Father's Day, but every day.
As we circled the outer ring of the top of the lighthouse, he was absolutely amazed by the view. I was by amazed by a great many number of things.
Television and fathers make strange iconic bedfellows. Similar to the way in which many popular reality television shows denigrate and demonize Black women, they have also fueled a grotesque characterization of Black men and fatherhood.
He didn't tell me it wasn't going to be difficult. He didn't reassure me that I was going to adjust easily. He did not give me the false hope I wanted, but didn't need.
I thought horrible accidents weren't supposed to happen on beautiful weekend mornings. Certainly not when you're less than five feet away from your 6-year-old daughter, who's playing on a tree branch less than two feet off the ground.
He doesn't speak ill of their mother. He prefers to build up their hopes that somewhere in California there is a sad-looking lady who is waiting to reunite with her daughters.
Dad took me fishing, where I tried to fight off the gnats flying into my ear, nose and mouth. Dad watched me play Little League baseball, where I tried to play right field while gnats flew into my ear, nose and mouth. Dad took me golfing, where I tried to -- well, you get the picture.
Tony Porter, Armond Mosley and others are doing phenomenal work in leading men towards a more holistic definition of manhood.
My personal hero is my dad, who didn't do what he loved for a living. He gritted his teeth at a job he didn't like so that he could take care of us. He always puts our well-being above his own.