“How Fathers Help Roll Back the Curse”

My mother was eighteen when she married my father; nineteen when I was born and twenty when they divorced. For a brief time, I had a step-father – he left my mother with three more children. Though very poor (I didn’t know it at the time), I had a wonderful childhood – yet all the time I longed in some respects to know my father, to have a father. Boy Scouts, sports, and Church provided some marvelous male examples and relationships for me. I would meet my father for the first time when I was eighteen, I took him to the ASU-UA football game. Continue reading ““How Fathers Help Roll Back the Curse””