My atheist friends tell me it was my subconscious. Others are convinced it was angels or God. Whomever or whatever it was guided me to a priceless gift when I accepted my father's invitation.
A few days ago, I went to my 10-year-old daughter's band concert. It was a great evening, and after the show a few parents told me they were surprised I'd made it, considering my schedule -- which got me thinking.
I learned to dance... because he offered me the tops of his shoes and his two gentle hands. I learned to get dirty... because he encouraged me to c...
There is a disconnect between these extreme depictions of Muslim men and what I -- and most other American Muslim women I know -- have experienced directly.
And of all the lessons that I have learned, my father taught by his life and example that the most important gift you can give to anyone is simply showing up and being there.
Here in Iowa, we know that our dads are the best. Check out these ten proud fathers as they talk about the joys of fatherhood and their vision for a future that includes equality for all families.
My dad never told me he loved me. He never called me "son" or kissed me. But he made an impression. Not because of who he was -- a professor with four Masters degrees and a doctorate -- but because of other things that don't really have to do with any of that.
Happy Father's Day to all of fathers who help your children to go on struggling to do their best. There is reason for this faith, but reason alone doesn't quite justify it. There is a gap. Love fills the gap.
Growing up, I always wished for a dad who wore a suit and tie. Even though they never came to much, they also never embarrassed their offspring with t...
I know a lot about my father. Not because he lay next to me and told me stories before I went to bed, or took long walks with me and imparted wisdom and told me how much he loved me. He didn't do those things.
Other than a nod provoked by a World War II film or newsreel, my father never gave me a hail-of-shot-and-shell account of what he experienced on June 6, 1944.
Father's Day is a day of respect to the men that basically screwed us up and whose actions pretty much forced us to develop into the characters we are today. I contributed more to society than most dads did by not impregnating a woman.
My Dad definitely took his frugality overboard at times--like when my parents bought a pick-up truck and he asked my mom to drive it around with the tailgate down because it got better gas mileage.
Being a father has been a blessing in my life, yes, but it has also been a catalyst for my spiritual development in a way that I've never experienced before.
In honor of Father's Day, here is a sneak peek at part of the first chapter of Rising Son about a 67-day, 2,500-mile bicycle adventure across Japan with my 8-year-old son Sho.
Earlier this year, we were approached by representatives from JCPenney about our family being part of their Father's Day catalog celebrating the diversity of real-life dads. Little did we know that it would create the media frenzy that it has -- and a tidal wave of love and support.