On Fatherhood, Manhood & Becoming Better Ancestors.
We are all products of our upbringing. Good or bad. My father was an alcoholic. Beat me. Beat us. Yet, I loved him. I wanted to be him. I wanted him to love me. As a child I never heard many words of encouragement. Much less of love. In talking to other Mexican children from my generation I’ve found it to be a theme. I needed his love! I needed his respect. I needed to know that I was...
There are 2 rules to success:
1. Always leave them wanting more.
I miss them
The light eventually punches through the blinds and I open my eyes. Eventually. Most days my mind wakes me before my body is truly ready to rise. I find it funny most days. Other days I want to punch my mind. It took me years to realize that I have a very particular way to wake up and be ready to take on the day’s challenges. It took me years to honor my body. I tried to force it to do...
On Fatherhood, Manhood & Becoming Better Ancestors.