Babies and children
Little babies and young children make the best mentors! Seasons change. Sons mentor fathers, grandfathers learn amazing things from Their grandsons! Uncles learn from their nephews and nieces The whole world of living is turned upside down Babies and young children — these are the heart changers. They wash the hearts Of their parents and grandparents. Babies and children make the best mentors They cleanse our hearts with the...
Men’s Emotional Connection to Guns: An Interview With Michael Messner (Part 2)
Emotions are of central importance on all sides of the gun debate. We can’t wish them away in favor of some imagined Mr. Spock-like linear rationality.
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...
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...
A place inside for Fathers
by Herb Orrell Father’s Day would have been pretty much the same if it hadn’t been for the mud swallows. It was during my second coffee that I first heard their morning chatter outside on the porch. Peering out the window I saw the two of them, giggling newlyweds: he, doting and chivalrous; she, radiant and graceful. I had been warned about mud swallows. My neighbor, the veterinarian’s wife, said they were messy, and once they settled...