I remember the stifling heat the day our first child was born. I remember taking my wife for a slow walk around the neighbourhood, holding her hand.
I remember taking her to the hospital, meeting our midwife there. I remember the birthing room, airy and comfortable. I remember the air conditioning.
I remember sitting in the tub . . .
Heroes don't need to fix things. They support their loved ones in their growth and healing
What I hope for you, maybe the greatest thing that a father can hope for his son, is that one day you will become a father yourself. And then you will know how much I truly love you.
– Henry Allen, to his son, Barry, in an episode of The Flash.
WHEN I THINK OF BEING A FATHER and everything that means, I also think of being . . .
I wanted to stand in the same space my parents and brother used to, so I knocked on the door
The moment I stopped perceiving time as linear, a new world arose.
I jogged toward the little red bungalow. A man washed dishes behind the kitchen window, his silhouette bathed in dim fluorescent light.
This was my parents' home in the early 1970s, before I was born. Mom and Dad pointed it out to me a while ago. At the time, I . . .
Of the many things they've taught me, three stand out
Fifty years equals 2,607 weeks. Fifty years equals 18,250 days. Fifty years equals 438,000 hours. Fifty years is a long time.
But love helps time pass quickly. So, it’s safe to say—fifty years have zoomed by for my parents.
My mom and dad recently celebrated their 50th anniversary. They've been married five . . .