
A Zen Tribute to Fatherhood
I lost my father less than a year ago. I am who I am because he is (or was) who he is (or was). I could not be me if it wasn’t for the example of my father. I feel for those who grew up without a father or lived with an abusive or neglectful father. This writing may not seem relevant to such folks, and for that I apologize. In many ways, my father was an exemplar of fatherhood.