Today we remember. Today we grieve. And today, twenty-five years later, we still have a choice about what we do with it. I learned that phrase, transform tragedy into triumph, from Viktor Frankl. He didn’t say it as a slogan.…
The last of three blogs about a man who showed up early, saw everything, and made his own case to the very end. Wally is gone. If you’ve been reading my last few blogs on Wally, you know why. It…
He Thanked His Dementia. What’s Your Excuse? I have never gone back to the same man twice. Every guy who shows up in my writing gets one post, one moment, one mirror, and then I move on. Wally broke that.…
Wally is a man enduring dementia, a man who is, at the moment, of sound mind and clear in his choice. That choice is that he wants to die by suicide before he can no longer choose for himself. ..
What Men’s Peer Groups reveal about intimacy, and why real brotherhood takes structure, not time. I was leading an MPGX session with my partner, Dr. Daniel Franz. Five men online, none of whom knew each other from Adam. Virtual, the…
How goodness became a weapon and why your moral certainty is killing you You know this man. You might be this man. He recycles with a ferocity that makes family dinners feel like depositions. He quotes scripture at you…
Maybe you’re the guy who sees the gray creeping in at the temples. The wrinkles deepening around the eyes. The gut that wasn’t there five years ago, settling in like it owns the place. You stand at the sink,…
The Nice Guy Is Killing Your Marriage, Your Friendships, and Your Integrity There is a man at the funeral. The rabbi or minister steps to the podium and says the words that are supposed to be a compliment: “Nobody ever…
The Epstein files are where the conversation begins lately. Men sit across from me angry, disgusted, shaken. They talk about corruption, cover-ups, elite rot, and from there it expands to ICE, immigration, the economy, climate collapse, and institutional failure.…
The flowers are wilted. The chocolates are half-eaten. The reservation is over. And for most men, that’s where it ends—until next year, when the ritual repeats. But here’s what no one wants to say: Valentine’s Day isn’t about love.…
