Category: Support

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Why I Men’s Group

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...

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My Black History

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...

TwoMinutes 0

Two minutes

My son is a chief negotiator – at 5. If he doesn’t get what he wants, he has a fascinating ability to ask 150 questions for detailed account of your reasoning in order for...

Angry 0

Don’t quit

My son is at an age where he likes to (and actually can) play organized sports. We decided to move him towards basketball for a number of reasons and he seems to be enjoying...

boyandmom 0

In their eyes

I’ll preface this post by stating the obvious – I’m not a woman. I know nothing of being a woman. I don’t know about the struggles, the challenges, the obstacles – I am simply...

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Men’s grief

When you turn on the TV, or listen to the radio, or surf the web, or drive along the road, there’s advertisements for drugs (no, not the illegal ones). Pills – prescriptions – Dr....

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The Boogieman

Having the responsibility for the well being of a young child is, in my biased opinion, one of the most challenging, most rewarding roles on the planet. As with many things in life, in...

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Bad Day

Being a dad is hard work. What the hell does that even mean? Hard work? A labor of love? A duty? A responsibility? There are times when I talk to my friends when I’m...

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Freddie the Leaf

I remember in college I took a course “Death and Dying”. I know, sounds morbid. It was actually an enjoyable course. Learning about different cultures and the various ways we celebrate, grieve and move...