I used to think you were the wall. Solid. Unmoving. There, whether I liked it or not. A man I pushed against, measured myself against, resented at times without fully understanding why. I thought your silence meant distance. I thought your restraint meant lack. I thought if I ever became
The book went out into the world this week. A strange sentence to write. For years the material existed only as notes; fragments written late at night, after difficult conversations, after moments of clarity that arrived without warning. They were not meant to be published. They were attempts to understand
There was a time when I believed these conversations mattered. Men debating masculinity online. Arguments about strength, responsibility, leadership, freedom, identity. Everyone seemed certain that the discussion itself was important. For a while, I participated in it. Not aggressively, but with curiosity. I watched the arguments unfold. I listened to
Nora Selah, You will not read this for a long time. By the time these words reach you, the man writing them will no longer exist in quite the same way. That is the quiet law of fatherhood: the moment a man becomes a father, he begins disappearing and rebuilding