Dads

How do hormonal levels in men change from pregnancy to after the birth of their firstborn child and what is their role in explaining the variation in parenting quality? Researches Marian J. Bakermans-Kranenburg, Martine W. F. T. Verhees, Anna M. Lotz, Kim Alyousefi-van Dijk and Marinus H. …

A Poem for children Halfway down the school-way, They have a shop for kids. Juice and toast they sell, But popcorn I like the most. As I passed the shop, with my dad, I pulled his hands and said; “Dad, I love the buttery corns, buy a cup for me please?” He looked at me, amused, and bought a cup at once. I ate it all the way home; My buttery hot popcorn!

Poem written the morning after my father passed following a fulminant cancer diagnosis. ©Davide Manzari / September 27, 2012 Indelible ink overflows in our veins; no matter how much time goes by, our thoughts are intertwined, nested in the galaxies, deep in the universe of our mind. In all the things left unsaid, my love kindles in your ash, eternally, like a flame nurturing a fire, terribly, obstinately bright.

I already miss our time together, Even though we’ve never been apart. As the years pass by so quickly, I discover Time flows in one direction on this path. You won’t remember those formative years. Where we would spend most of our time entwined, But it’s something I hold on to so…

By: Michael Thomas Leibrandt Birthdays were always important to Dad. When he was 9, all that he wanted in the world besides Saturday morning western movies was his own dog. Grand pop loved dogs. Grand mom wasn’t so convinced. Instead Dad’s two aunts told him that the two-month old dog…

Even before going to the hospital, I dreaded it because I felt so sad he wasn’t there to take me. I even told my mom and her face fell and she looked really sad for me. I’d actually already been to the hospital alone several times from December to February…