How my father learned to drive

Me and my father This is a story of how my father (tatay) became a great driver without having to own a car. He was already driving at an early age thanks to all the past jeepney owners in my birthplace of Tagoloan town, Misamis Oriental in northern Mindanao, Philippines....more

Gentlemen, Build Your Kingdoms Now

Gentlemen, build your kingdoms now. Don't wait until it's too late. Begin.Build your future as the king of your life and your family. A future surrounded by loved ones who want the best for you, enjoy your company, and turn to you for wise counsel. Build it for a future beyond this lifetime where all those you loved, serviced, and cared for mourn your memory, your spirit, your wisdom.Build your kingdoms now....more

MM - Mixed emotions

December and the accompanying holiday season has been a time of joy and sadness for me since 2001. That year, within a two week span, I lost my maternal grandmother and my father. Some years it hits me hard, and it's a struggle to maintain a cheerful front for the family. Some years, I get a twinge and a wistful desire they were both here to see what amazing people our kidlets have become. While I don't doubt they are still watching over us (the subject for future blog entries), it's still not the same.Miss you Nana. Miss you Dad....more

My Father's Chair


A Bittersweet Father's Day Gift


A Gift of Love and Luck... or "The Tale of Piggeldey Wiggeldey"

 It is strange how something small can evoke for many people strong emotions and fond memories. For me it is a small lump of plastic (W1.8cm x B0.8cm x H1.3cm) in the form of little pink pig with the cutest black beady eyes, a red snout, red trotters and two red spots. This little pig evokes such a strong poignant feeling of love, profound loss, happiness, sorrow, despair and melancholy all at the one time....more

Focus on my father...

My husband made it a practice of naming his children only after he saw them face to face, and so we had no list of potential girl or boy names stockpiled. When you have four children weighing in on the decision as well, it isn't a quick one, and, therefore, when I left the hospital with my newborn son, his birth certificate simply read "No Name Dagen." All I knew was that I wanted to honor my father, John Edward Souders, by using some part of his name; I thought we could also honor my father-in-love Thomas Thrower Mayo by using part of his name....more

Death with Father

A dream. The guests mill around noiselessly as I scan the room for my father. I’m peering through gauze. This must be a party, because Dad’s wearing a tuxedo. He’s only worn one a few times, and I’m tempted to go up and ask him when the canapés are being served. Now doesn’t seem the time for joking, though. Dad’s busy floating from person to person. He keeps glancing at his watch....more

The Imperfect Father

 by Barbara Nevins TaylorOn his 75th birthday my father lifted a glass to his wife and the group that gathered around him in the private room of his favorite steak restaurant. “To my best friends in the world, right now,” he said....more

You Call Yourself A Dad?

Sometimes, I wish Father’s Day would go away. I wish that Hallmark and Dayspring would forget to print all those cards…Not because I didn’t have a good dad. I did. But for the sake of the children who weren’t so lucky. Because for those children, young and old, Father’s Day is a reminder of loss and disappointment....more