A minister once told me the key to a good marriage is to never argue over money and whatever you do within the first year of marriage is what you will continue to do throughout your married life. I found this advice to be very true. My wife and I had been good friends for …
The work men do, the jobs we work, the tools men create to do the jobs we work, the homes and skyscrapers, bridges and tunnels, sewers, dams, concert halls and moon missiles men build, the entire infrastructure that men construct, staggers me. A University of Delaware study detailed the twenty-five most lethal jobs in America. …
I worked at Totem Manufacturing Company in New Jersey for a summer. Totem made metal containers, ranging from quart paint cans to ten-thousand-gallon water tanks. I worked almost every station as a floater, earning what was a generous sum in those days. My first job was to shave off weld beads (metal residue around the …
The liberation of Europe from Nazi occupation began with the Allied invasion of Normandy on D-Day, June 6, 1944. This wartime saga has fascinated me since I read Is Paris Burning as a young man. The 1965 book, by Larry Collins and Domique Lapierre, dramatizes Paris’s narrow escape from Hitler’s orders to destroy the city …
If you see men more clearly now, if these writers have brought you closer to us, if you are more at peace with men, then Heart of a Man has done its work. The world faces critical issues that affect us all: the rise of pollution, hunger and thirst, and most importantly, the effects of …
The thesis of this pivotal book by Warren Farrell and John Gray is that American boys are in trouble. Farrell, who contributed most of the writing, is an American educator, activist, and author of nine books on men’s and women’s issues, including the best-sellers, The Myth of Male Power and Why Men Are the Way …
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She died in his arms, right there on the table. It happened before the vet even finished the exam. Todd was holding her and she collapsed against him. Gone. “Sorry to hear that,” I said when they called, or maybe it was, “Too bad.” I don’t remember. I needed to wash it out of my …
I remember the room, though I was there for just ten minutes, fifty years ago. The army sergeant unlocked the classroom door as late afternoon sun, strained through aluminum blinds, glared at the linoleum floor. Fifty guys, in our teens through twenties, trooped in and headed for desks that filled the space. We’d been bussed …
Near dark, as rain stumbles in, amusement rides close one by one, and kids swarm the Polish pavilion, festooned in red and white bunting. On stage, the Polka-Aires blare brassily, moving from polka to polka, as couples, hedged in by green picnic tables, round a makeshift dance floor. Under the tables, children squat, hypnotized by …