My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Moving Beyond Parenthood
He thought fathers of sons would at some time, if invited, like to move beyond parenthood and become friends, to become equals with their sons; to become someone with whom things could be shared and there be no judgment, no risk. Maybe it is the same with mothers of daughters, for whom fathers lack the security that might urge them to change roles.
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