“Hey dude I got the results back,” is how my dad started the conversation. “I have prostate cancer” is how he continued it before the silence. A silence, which probably only lasted a few seconds, but was long enough to allow for a lifetime of memories to rip through my head. Despite whatever challenges we’veContinue reading “The Foreign Language of Feelings”
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Feeling the Burn (of 44 Candles)
“I can’t wait until I’m 10!” my son told me as we were driving to his friend’s sixth birthday party. When I pressed him to tell me what was so special about 10, he relayed enthusiastically, “Just because I want to be 10!” As I watched him bowl at the party, which was only aContinue reading “Feeling the Burn (of 44 Candles)”
A Dad Is A Dad Is A Dad
Admittedly, I was hammered when I put my hand on Carlos Santana’s shoulder and whispered in his ear. And, in retrospect, I consider myself incredibly lucky that his bodyguard didn’t forcibly remove me from the club, but my intentions were good. At that moment, I didn’t feel like I was trying to talk to CarlosContinue reading “A Dad Is A Dad Is A Dad”
Longest Days and Shortest Years
Right about the time my son, K-Man, was born, my older brother and then father of twin boys of his own (he’s since added another) told me, “Welcome to the longest days and the shortest years.”
Stop the Bleeding
But, I’ve often said, the parenting gods and golf gods are best of friends. And, just as you think to yourself after making a birdie putt that “golf is easy,” you triple bogey the next few holes – so goes parenting. As soon as you think you’ve got it all dialed in…the kid gets a bloody nose.