I seem determined to punish myself, as if being harsh will finally make me learn my lesson.
But what if I extended the same grace and love to my younger self that I offer others?
I’ve never been allowed to be a child with my parents.
One day, you will hate me. You won’t be happy with me for some reason or another.
My grandson was standing in front me, holding his apple, and staring at the tall bookshelves behind me.
Phrases that are guaranteed to confuse me and want me wanting to punch a baby.
Who's a good boy? "I'm a good boy," he said. (in spanish of course) Bathing my daddy has become something I look forward to. At first, I agreed because someone had to do it—so why not me? But now, it’s more than just an obligation.
When the world shows you the meaning of irony
The roots are real. The connections beneath the surface.
While getting my haircut the other day, my stylist asked me, "Are you the jealous type?"
“Papi siempre se iba a la chingada… hasta que me dieron ganas de alcanzarlo.”
Creating a legacy that my grandkids will be proud of has always been my life's passion, and those who've followed my journey know how deeply I care about this. That's why I'm thrilled to announce our rebrand to "Becoming Better Ancestors"!
"Generational trauma is like a fire in the woods, taking down everything in its path until one person in one generation has the courage to turn and face the flames.
On Fatherhood, Manhood & Becoming Better Ancestors.