One of the most beautiful songs of my generation is Cat Stevens' Father and Son. i had a difficult relationship with my father, especially as an adolescent and so when that song came out in 1970 on his album Tea for the Tillerman, it really struck a chord. I have at least one male friend for whom . . .
This began as a post about saying goodbye and then morphed into one about mean girls. I don't think that's an accident. The stories in Dumped, Women Unfriending Women continue to swirl around in my head, along with so many questions that don't have good answers. When grown women are mean to one . . .
Those who knew me growing up also knew the contentious relationship I had with my father. His role was to guide me with an iron fist and I fought him tooth and nail, passively and aggressively. The day I walked down the aisle with M my father grinned ear-to-ear. I always believed behind that smile . . .
Do you ever look at old family pictures and wonder at the innocence they portray? How we knew nothing of the life that was to unfold? How each decision we made took us in one direction or another, and that direction completely changed what might have been another outcome? Do you look into your own . . .
Despite this happy little picture, my father would never have won a Father of the Year contest. I remember what a challenge finding the right card was at Father's Day, because none of the mushy sentiments fit. I didn't think my father was a great dad and back in the day, there weren't less . . .
No, it's not Christmas or even close to that holiday. But it's come to my attention recently that there are still people around who do not believe in psychological therapy. Could this be? Yes. It could be and it is, and I know some of them. So here's the deal: I remember being in my mid-teens and . . .
Sitting Bear, by Linda Israel The bear was my father's icon. Born of Italian immigrant parents, he was first generation American, the only one of his parents' five children to make it past the eighth grade. He became a pediatrician. Compared to my life, he lived in a much smaller . . .
This is absolutely trueand I'm sure some parents just don't think about it. I know men who swear up and down that they will absolutely positively not be the kind of husband their fathers were. And 25 years later there they are exhibiting the exact same dysfunction their fathers . . .
postsecret.com This made me smile. Is there any better tribute to a father? It's the way I feel about my own parents. . . .
We're the last generation that will ever sit with a box of old, faded photographs, my husband pointed out when he saw me poring over old family snapshots and portraits the other day.When our grandchildren want to see old photos, they'll need access to our computers, our phones, our cloud, where . . .
