Many, if not all of you, received a post with the following message. I recently wrote a demo blog for a production team for an
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Many, if not all of you, received a post with the following message. I recently wrote a demo blog for a production team for an
“It’s been as fun a journey as it has been shocking and, at times, depressing. I mean, it’s so exciting when you find another person, deeper along the roots of the tree, but you always know…”
“…that is not my name,” I replied sternly but carefully, remembering my surroundings and more important, my job.
…the grains of sand in the upper half represent the time that we’re losing with each passing day, hour and moment…
Because of those slow, heavy footsteps, his menacing figure, his commanding presence, I always felt comfort. I always felt safe. Because of his existence, I had the unwritten assurance that no harm would befall us. Not, nor EVER on his watch. He would die protecting his family.
A special message to black fathers, particularly those who don’t know or have forgotten their roles in the household.