My dear boy, Your downtimes are precious seeds; plant them. My maternal family were Methodists and my paternal family Catholics. At some point in church history, the union of …
My dear boy, I stumbled upon one of Rudyard Kipling’s poems, read by Sir Michael Caine, not one of those Hollywood actors I love but don’t know by name. John …
My son, You must understand that a “participatory trophy” is not a trophy. You’re there to win, to come out on top. Be number one. Others can be whatever they …
My dear boy, I am tempted to begin this discourse with the famous line “The role of black fathers cannot be overemphasized,” but that might probably put you off. Besides, …