AFRICAN AMERICAN DAD

The list of people telling my wife and I that we should give my boy a sibling is growing by the day.  One of my own brothers, the oldest, has joined the ranks of folk in favor of us adding number two.  Me, I’m more of a “why gamble” kind of guy.  My son was born healthy, [...]

It just dawned on me that I didn’t speak to my father this Thanksgiving. The rift between us has obviously grown, and in such a way that it has become something I don’t think about much. I’m not proud of the fact that neither of us was willing to pick up a phone [...]

Sometimes I can’t believe that my boy is actually mine.  I watched him come into to the world looking like someone from my father’s side of the family.  I have watched him grow up over the last few years to become my doppelganger, my “mini me.”  I know darn well he’s mine, but sometimes, like the mother in [...]