Tag Archives: Kids
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The reason your next marriage may fail
It’s happens all the time and I usually see it coming before it arrives, like visualizing an accident moments before the cars collide. It now occurs with such frequency the Queen and I prepared a canned response for anyone who asks… “We want to give ya’ll something to worry about!” January will mark our [...]
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Would you let you date your son?
Earlier this year I wrote article entitled, Would you let you date your daughter? It turned out to be one of those proverbially stakes in the ground for any father of girls. The title of the piece put forward a simple but powerful concept, would my actions and behaviors as a man, husband, and father [...]
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The power of a father’s approval
I’ve spent the better part of my adult life looking for the approval of a man who’s been dead for almost two decades. This longing has, at times, led me to replace relationship for career, love with advancement, and attach my self worth and manhood firmly to paychecks and job titles. That hunger has impacted [...]
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My kids are boring.
Until I was a teenager the nearest thing our family had to legit technology was a rotary dial telephone and a four-station television set – five stations if Fox was coming in good that day. If there was more savvy stuff available it hadn’t made it to the back forty yet or we couldn’t afford [...]
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The secrets parents keep
Wait until your father gets home! How many of us have vivid memories of that declaration levied in our direction after trying to stab our sister with a steak knife or inflicting $500 worth of lawnmower damage after the impromptu backyard tractor-pull. I was scientifically proven, in my 7th grade science class, to be 94.56% [...]
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Look right here! One wish for my daughter.
God is not without a sense of humor – or he has a firm grasp of irony. For the early part of my adult life I had no desire for children. Not because I was egotistical and wished to remain the center of my world; the thought of parental responsibility scared me senseless. I had [...]
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Letting my boy be a boy
My father was a perfectionist or as close to one as I’ve ever known. He wasn’t OCD or anal retentive; he didn’t expect bath towels to be hung precisely on the rack and cans of food to be stacked in the cabinet using a protractor. He never demanded my sister and I make straight A’s [...]
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