My dad is an instrumental part of my life. Although he is not here in body, he lives on in spirit. Hearing a snippet of his voice “mkay” or “love you too, babe.” His laugh. Feeling his hug. Picturing him standing back, observing what his family is doing. I imagine him sitting on my lanai.… Continue reading
Category: Things My Father Taught Me
Consider Me: Breaking Down the Invisible Wall
When I was nine years old, I was a little chunky. Subsequently, I was picked on at school. My dad believed the solution was exercise. He began to teaching me to consider me. First, my journey to exercise began with a conversation. Second, the benefits. Finally, I wouldn’t be alone in the process. At the… Continue reading
Acknowledging My Why: It’s in the Math
I was what one would call a Chatty Cathy. The younger me talked my dad’s ear off. Asking about all sorts of things. Dad answered every question. At times, the response would encourage me to do research. Most times, the response would lead to hours upon hours of conversation. The discussion led me to acknowledge my… Continue reading
Strong Black Father: Things My Father Taught Me
I was 37 years old when my dad died. It was the most challenging time in my life and remained difficult for nearly ten years that followed. Bruce Edwin Carlton was my bonus dad- a strong black father. When I was eight years old and in the third grade attending Ernie Pyle Elementary, he came… Continue reading