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My Dad's the One in Bright Orange
In cultures and people all over the world, orange takes on many attributes in clear displays of versatility. Buddhist monks wear orange to symbolize sacrifice and the letting go of worldly possessions. It is the national colour of the Netherlands worn to show patriotic pride. Orange is central to Halloween and the allure of a dark and spooky night. Orange brings warmth to the cooling autumn temperatures and a vibrancy to the shades of colours on full display in the changing foliage. As with any colour, orange also has individual impacts. Orange was a colour that stood out to me sometimes brilliantly and other times with sadness. It was obnoxious and warm, two ideas I felt opposed themselves, making it a confusing combination to wrap my head around. At a time when all I wanted was to blend in, orange seemed too attention seeking and loud; and when I did want to stand out, orange was not the colour coinciding with my bold emotional state. In hindsight, my feelings towards the colour had more to do with whom I attached the colour to. There were times when the colour gave me anxiety and made me feel alone, but as I got older, I realized the colour was only trying to challenge me to see things differently so I could become who it knew I was all along. Orange is now a calm presence; the ability to be goofy because it is fun; and a colour of unwavering love: it is the colour of my dad. I truly believe that orange embodies who my dad is in both a literal and figurative sense, and that has greatly influenced me on my journey to finding myself.
By Mollie Narutovics3 years ago in Men
True Love, Now
I’m ashamed to admit that during each of our first three meetings, I entertained the idea that James could be a creep. When we first met, I wouldn’t tell him what school I taught at, even after he knew where’d I’d gone to undergrad and that I thought that the erosion of public discourse could be remedied—or at least stymied—by teaching the Harkness method in English and social studies classrooms. Or that I felt inadequate as I watched weekly copies of the New Yorker pile up on my desk, their edges curling up like the legs of dead spiders. Even so, I wrote down my number on a little piece of notebook paper, so we could meet up again. Part of me wondered if I was stupid. But James said he worked professionally as an editor for the American Psychological Association, and I want to be a writer.
By Catherine Dorian3 years ago in Men
Embracing Timeless Elegance: The Allure of White Sherwanis for Special Occasions
When it comes to dressing for special occasions, one cannot overlook the timeless charm of a white sherwani. This classic garment has been adored for centuries, symbolizing grace, elegance, and sophistication. Whether it's a wedding, festival, or formal event, a well-chosen white sherwani can make a lasting impact, exuding an aura of regality and style. In this blog, we will explore the allure of white sherwanis, their historical significance, styling tips, and where to find the perfect white sherwani for your special day.
By Bran Stark3 years ago in Men
The Last Minute, Late Night Ramblings of a Loving Son
Let me preface this by saying: I love my dad. Anything I write here is merely meant as critique. Not criticism. He’s always been there for my sisters and me. He’s been steady and dependable. He’s always had a great job and been able to provide his share for us.
By Kevin Barkman3 years ago in Men
More Than One
Many assume that those growing up in a single parent household are void of male influence. How can your world be shaped by a father figure if you don’t see your own on a daily basis? It’s not true of course. I, in fact, had many father figures who shaped my identity in their own unique ways, which makes it interesting that the two very different men, who stand at either end of that happen to be one and the same.
By Bree Beadman3 years ago in Men
A Key Ingredient
The actual name of the lake is Lake Cleburne, but we always called it Aunt Sally's Lake. She was my aunt who owned a cabin on this private lake that had no more than ten cabins on it's shores. Her cabin was quaint and rested about half way around the lake, just off the main dirt road. There was a hill that led down to the covered docks that housed two Jon Boats. The wasps nests were plenty and snakes were sometimes sunbathing on the homemade, concrete and stone steps. Spider webs were ritually and methodically jabbed at with a broom to clear the passage to the dock and the boats.
By Shawn Bailey3 years ago in Men
