There’s something like a line of gold thread running through a man’s words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself. – John Gregory Brown, Decorations in a Ruined Cemetery, 1994

You will find that if you really try to be a father, your child will meet you halfway. – Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com