Or so it seems. This despite the fact that my son run's to me every evening, smiling his cheeky smile, shouting "Daaaaaaaaaaaddy!" in a way that melts my work-weary heart. After we've greeted with a big hug, I'll ask him if he was a good boy and he'll say "yes" with a nod. However, there [...]
In keeping with the spirit of the day I wanted to share with you a personal hero of mine.  No it's not Jamie Fox, or any other star of Dreamgirls. (As a practice I try not to hold celebrities in high regard.) Of course Martin Luther King Jr. is one of my heros, as is Brother Malcolm, and Barack Obama. [...]
Trying to discipline my little terror is often quite a challenge. In fact it's down right hard. Timeout isn't always a place that he goes willingly, which is a shame because I would maim a puppy for a few minutes of quite time. I wish someone would put me in a corner and tell me [...]
My uncle'sfuneral was this past Thursday. It was one of those home-goings that we can all only hope for. Close to 200 family and friends showed up for one man. The block represented big time blasting This is for My Homies from their cars in front of the funeral parlor, showing love for one of the most genuine people [...]
Many of us take knowing our fathers for granted. For some he was the so-called "man of the house," taking on his role with a sense of duty and obligation that can only be understood as an adult. Still others of us gladly don't know our fathers. We get passed down stories of abuse, or [...]