Many years ago, in another life, long before the Queen, I met a woman during a business conference. She was blessed with black hair and hazel eyes that would bring a good man to his knees. Introduced through a mutual colleague, we got to know each other between breakout sessions and cocktail hours.
If divorce has taught me anything, it’s that a father can’t be all things to his children, and certainly not his sons. Even with the best of intentions, no man can possess every ingredient needed to nurture a boy into healthy manhood.