Why I Men’s Group
Aug22

Why I Men’s Group

Embed from Getty Images When I first began teaching my son to ride a bike I anticipated a few cuts and bruises – I mean it’s inevitable. We joked how falling down was all part of the process of learning and the most important thing was to get back up (that is the moral of our life story, isn’t it?). What I didn’t anticipate was the feeling I would get watching my son be thrown off his bike moments before his six-year-old face slammed...

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My Black History

Embed from Getty Images   Note to the reader: To tell my story in the way I want it heard, this piece contains explicit accounts of physical abuse. I wasn’t born hating black men; it wasn’t something I learned from my parents either – in fact my father always taught me to ‘love everybody’. It’s a belief I created from years of abuse and my uncanny ability to project my wounds from that abuse onto every black man I met. I’m...

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Out of Our Heads – a film about Men’s Work
Feb14

Out of Our Heads – a film about Men’s Work

by Boysen Hodgson It is not easy or comfortable to overcome cultural stereotypes of masculinity. “Out of Our Heads” is a film about ‘Men’s Work’ similar to that offered by the ManKind Project. Men’s work is about reclaiming the disowned emotion, connection, spirit, and vulnerability that we, as a culture, have made taboo. Generations of rigid enforcement of male roles … the ‘guy...

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Flying
Jun05

Flying

by Niklaus Towne My anger consumes my life and I hate myself for it. As a child, I was hospitalized for my rage. I have tried therapy, group work, meditation, acupuncture, diet changes, exercise regimens, medications, marijuana — but self-control stays out of my reach. Whenever I become stressed, I throw a tantrum. I lash out, scream, and become dangerous. My wife and I want to have a child, but she confesses that she is...

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Men’s Work is a Tug of War
Apr27

Men’s Work is a Tug of War

from the Lair of the Wildman If you had attended Elementary School or High School with me, you would immediately recognize me in this photograph – I am the one up front. In fact, I don’t think I was as cool as this kid. For me, those years in school were a nightmare. Sure, I was usually the last one picked for a team, I was clumsy and pudgy. We didn’t have much money and my mother made clothes for me that caused...

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The first stone
Feb15

The first stone

from the Lair of the Wild Man When my eyes opened this morning, my head had been working for some time already. I woke with a late-night conversation poking at my sensibilities and weighing on my heart. A man I have known only briefly through social media has begun to interject divisive, strongly rhetorical conservative talking points to my posts. We disagree fiercely on core issues. When I sit with this kind of conflict, I see the...

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