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Be a Family Storyteller

Be a Family Storyteller

by Steve Wilson Growing up, I loved listening to my grandmother tell stories of growing up on the western Kansas...

Words that Change Children’s Lives

Words that Change Children’s Lives

What would cause a woman to say she loved someone she has barely met? The answer comes from the sister of one of our staff members.

Welcoming Young Dads to the Fatherhood Party

Welcoming Young Dads to the Fatherhood Party

In the mid-1990's, I was a dad of a teenage daughter and three other children under ten. Through my involvement in various fatherhood events in the Seattle area, I heard about the "Welcome To Fatherhood Party" from a dad named Griggs Irving. The idea came to him when his 32-year-old daughter was happily planning for a baby shower and his fatherly thoughts turned towards his son-in-law. What about Steve? He’s about to be a new dad. What could be done for him? he thought.

Grandfathers: An Untapped Resource

Grandfathers: An Untapped Resource

In 1979, President Jimmy Carter set aside the first Sunday after Labor Day to honor grandparents. The official proclamation made a convincing argument for this holiday:

Telling Your Stories

Telling Your Stories

by Mark Brandenburg I must admit to having a fear that I believe I share with many fathers. I fear that I will some...

Don and Morgan

Don and Morgan

Most of us have no chance to change the world. But any of us can have an impact on our own little corner of the world.

Don Shulz is a 64-year-old retired gentleman who suffered a stroke over four years ago. Now, he's restricted to a three-wheeled motorized wheelchair. I'm sure some men in that condition would give up on life, thinking they had nothing more to contribute.

A Grandfatherly Legacy of Wisdom

A Grandfatherly Legacy of Wisdom

In August of 1985, my father passed away. Fortunately, I talked with him just the Sunday before. He shared that he felt 22 years old inside but that when he looked in the mirror he saw an old man. Dad added that he couldn’t carry two bags of groceries up a flight of steps without getting exhausted. On Tuesday the 6th he passed away.

My dad’s death slammed home the fact that, in my nuclear family, I was now the patriarch, the oldest male of my family. Our sons had just moved up a notch to being the second-generation males.

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