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| Blog Name: | Mocha Dad |
| Url: | http://www.mochadad.com |
| Language: | English |
| Topics: | African American, Father, Parent |
| Description: | A Celebration of African American Fatherhood |
| Popularity: | 39 Followers |
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The Nice and Naughty List
Last year, I found a website that allowed parents to place their children’s names on Santa’s Nice and Naughty Lists. I took full advantage of it. If the kids were misbehaving, I had them gather around the computer as I pulled up the Naughty List. If they did their chores and played nicely with each other, I showed them their names on the Nice List. Before I found this website, Nee had stopped believing in Santa. She was in second grade and all of her classmates had c
Last year, I found a website that allowed parents to place their children’s names on Santa’s Nice and Naughty Lists. I took full advantage of it. If the kids were misbehaving, I had them gather around the computer as I pulled up the Naughty List. If they did their chores and played nicely with each other, I showed them their names on the Nice List. Before I found this website, Nee had stopped believing in Santa. She was in second grade and all of her classmates had c
Holiday Mail for Heroes 2009
Partnering with the Department of Defense, Walter Reed Army Medical Center and Pitney Bowes, Inc., the Red Cross is sending holiday greeting cards to recovering service members in military hospitals. Last year I wrote about the
Partnering with the Department of Defense, Walter Reed Army Medical Center and Pitney Bowes, Inc., the Red Cross is sending holiday greeting cards to recovering service members in military hospitals. Last year I wrote about the
The Promise of a Father
I was sitting in my office when my sister called. “Dad will be in town next month,” she said. “Why is he coming to town?” I asked. My father and I hadn’t seen or talked to each other in years. He gets the obligatory Christmas card, but I rarely communicate with him otherwise. “He’s never seen your son, X,” she said. “He wants to meet his grandson.” My father has always been a mystery to me. My parents divorced when I was about four or five and I have few memories of him in our home. There are no photos or mementos to prove his existence. It’s like he was an apparition that appeared in our lives for a brief moment and then, POOF, he
I was sitting in my office when my sister called. “Dad will be in town next month,” she said. “Why is he coming to town?” I asked. My father and I hadn’t seen or talked to each other in years. He gets the obligatory Christmas card, but I rarely communicate with him otherwise. “He’s never seen your son, X,” she said. “He wants to meet his grandson.” My father has always been a mystery to me. My parents divorced when I was about four or five and I have few memories of him in our home. There are no photos or mementos to prove his existence. It’s like he was an apparition that appeared in our lives for a brief moment and then, POOF, he
The Promise of a Father
I was sitting in my office when my sister called. “Dad will be in town next month,” she said. “Why is he coming to town?” I asked. My father and I hadn’t seen or talked to each other in years. He gets the obligatory Christmas card, but I rarely communicate with him otherwise. “He’s never seen your son, [...]
I was sitting in my office when my sister called. “Dad will be in town next month,” she said. “Why is he coming to town?” I asked. My father and I hadn’t seen or talked to each other in years. He gets the obligatory Christmas card, but I rarely communicate with him otherwise. “He’s never seen your son, [...]
Pizza Rolls, Pop-Tarts and the Goodbye Kiss
Usually, my wife, KayEm, gets the kids ready for school in the morning. But on a few occasions, I handle the this task. Based on my experiences, I’ve realized that things don’t go as smoothly for Daddy. 6:45 a.m. – I enter Nee’s bedroom to wake her up. She lifts her head off the pillow and asks, “Daddy, what are you doing here?” “I’m taking you to the bus stop this morning,” I say. “It’s time to ready, sweetheart.&#
Usually, my wife, KayEm, gets the kids ready for school in the morning. But on a few occasions, I handle the this task. Based on my experiences, I’ve realized that things don’t go as smoothly for Daddy. 6:45 a.m. – I enter Nee’s bedroom to wake her up. She lifts her head off the pillow and asks, “Daddy, what are you doing here?” “I’m taking you to the bus stop this morning,” I say. “It’s time to ready, sweetheart.&#
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