Salt of the Earth, a Eulogy for my Father
Joseph Edward Corbett February 15, 1921 – October 28, 2011 by Peter Corbett A couple of years ago we had a family reunion at one of our most treasured gathering places; the Lake Mansfield Trout Club. For those who don’t know it, Lake Mansfield nestles into the steep drops at the base of the range that is the south approach to Mount Mansfield. It’s the last possible stop up what often seems an endless dirt road, especially in...
Fathers, Sons and Guns: An Interview With USC Sociologist and Author Michael Messner
"I end the book with a letter to my sons, posing this this sort of dilemma for them to ponder: perhaps the meaning of a son’s relationship with his father is a sort of puzzle to be deciphered over a lifetime."
Does Your Customer Service Live Up to Your Marketing?
My wife Mary bought a baby carrier the year Alexander was born: 2004. It’s the kind that lets you wear your baby (or toddler) hands free on your body when you walk around. The carrier was retired from use last year after our then 3 year old, Miranda, outgrew it. It lasted through two […]
Shriners Saved My Son’s Life ~ reprinted
EDITOR’S NOTE: This article sent out by the Chairman of the Board of Governors for Chicago’s Shriner’s Hospital is a touching story about the power of human relationship and connection in creating a space for healing. This story came to the ManKind Project Journal because the father in this story, Steven Twohig, and the friend that he mentions, Hal Klegman, are both members of the ManKind Project. Steven is part of...
Stepping Out from the Shadow of the Father
by Rick Belden I recently had the pleasure of corresponding a bit with Dr. John Ashfield, an Australian author, educator, and psychotherapist. Dr. Ashfield is Director of Education and Clinical Practice for the Australian Institute of Male Health and Studies, and is the author of the recently published book Doing Psychotherapy with Men: Practicing Ethical Psychotherapy and Counselling with Men. In a chapter called “Being Your Own Man”...
Broken Bones and the Father Wound
by Rick Belden Not long ago I wrote, “Bad luck is the language of the unconscious.” In the eight weeks since breaking my right wrist and shoulder in a fall, I’ve had plenty of opportunities to ponder and explore the meaning of those words, and they have led me back, in a most unexpected way, to the connection established with my father during childhood around physical pain, and to the significance of that connection for me as an...