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On-line Magazine of TheMensCenter.com | June 2001

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Jeff's Life...  monthly column by Jeff Stimpson
Alex
This is the story of Alexander Lee Stimpson. It’s a short story, because he was born only a week ago, and it’s a little story because he was born weighing a pound and five ounces. So far it's also an ongoing story.

In a perfect world -- and the past week taught Alexander's father that this is not a perfect world -- the story wouldn't have begun for another two months. Instead it begins last Sunday morning, five days after my wife Jill had checked into the hospital.

I charge into Jill's room at 11 o'clock. We peck. “Well,” she says, “we're having a baby.”
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COYOTE... monthly column by Dick Prosapio
My Father's Hand
I remember looking at the back of my hand a few months ago and I was surprised that I didn't know it anymore. This sun browned hand with all the darker spots on it wasn't the hand I remembered. It looked more like my father's hand....and yet not. My fingers are longer than his were and the veins on my hand more prominent. But my hand looked as old as I remembered his to be.
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ARTICLE... by Kathleen Parker
I Have My Father's Hands
I have my father's hands.  I've always known that, of course, in the way that people always know they have their aunt's eyes or their great-grandmother's auburn hair.

Yet I'm startled to see his hands moving across the keyboard as I write. If I were not my father's daughter, I might weep. He would frown upon such self-indulgence, peering askance over the rim of his half-moon glasses, and say something to make me laugh instead.
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THOUGHTS... monthly column by Larry Pesavento
My Second Father (Repeat from Fathers Day issue 2000)
I was in my early 40's. In the midst of a problematic relationship with a woman I loved. I was confused. All my counselor training and all my life experience seemed to be irrelevant. I was doubting myself, doubting my judgment, doubting my sense of self. Here I was, plenty old, and plenty knowledgeable about things psychological, and I was feeling like a confused adolescent again.
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