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MENSIGHT BOOK(S) OF THE MONTH...
The Gift of the Masculine Side of Healing
by Tom Golden
"Will fill a void in the literature about grief and gender differences. The material presents a fresh look into the uniqueness of a man's grief in a way that both men and women will find extremely helpful."
Elisabeth Kubler-Ross, M.D.,author of "On Death and Dying"
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12 Ideas for Helping Him Heal from Loss
by Tom Golden
"As a man who has known grief, I can testify that this little book is a very useful tool for grieving men. It's size and writing style are right for someone in the throes of grief--simple and to the point. I fully recommend this book as well as Tom Golden's other book on men and grieving, Swallowed by a Snake."
Matthew Gallelli
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"Well has it been said that there is no grief like the grief which does not speak."
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Spoken Grief... letters from our readers and advisors
Recently, we asked our readers and advisors to write letters about their reaction to the tragic event of September 11th. Here are their heartfelt responses.
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A Man's Grief... special article by Tom Golden author of Swallowed by a Snake &
Grief is a problem without an easy solution. When anyone confronts a problem that has no solution he or she will often feel lost. When a woman feels lost, she tends to ask for help. When a man feels lost, he looks for maps.
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Dark Secrets... special article by James Garbarino author of
Many children will mark September 11, 2001, as the end of innocence. On that day many children learned some dark secrets about the human experience that as a child psychologist who deals with trauma and violence around the world and at home, I would prefer they not know, not yet, perhaps not ever. Memory of the emotions of trauma does not decay; it remains fresh. Once you have the feeling of danger, it takes very little new threat to sustain it.
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This Triumph of the Spirit Belongs to Men... special article by Christie Blatchford of The National Post
We had been inside it for six or seven hours, and were heading up Church Street in the Con Edison hard hats a detective from a suburban New York police department had handed us and with the tatty used paper masks we had picked out of the rubble and donned earlier now around our necks. Rosie's running shoes were sodden and her soles blistering; my feet mud-streaked in the open-toed, high-heeled sandals I had cunningly chosen to take with me.
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COYOTE... monthly column by Dick Prosapio
I Remember
They didn't look like other Americans. They weren't white, or "Negro". They didn't speak a language any of us understood the music of. They didn't seem to fit in our churches. They were suspected of having links to their home land that were stronger than their links to America.We heard tales of their mindless fanaticism. We were afraid of what they might do, afraid they might stab us in the back again. To make us feel"safe" we decided the best thing to do was to put them all in camps.
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Jeff's Life... monthly column by Jeff Stimpson
Three articles from New York: Gone, After the Fall and Rumors of War
The new World Trade Center era dawned on September 11th, when I surfaced outside the 14th Street subway station and looked down Seventh Avenue. I had a kamakazi's-eye of the huge black patch on the silver side of one of the towers. Orange licked the edges of the patch. I asked someone what happened. Plane, he said, off-course. Pilot error. Standing there, looking south as history rose in thick black ribbons of smoke, I thought at least it wasn't terrorists, who would have packed a plane with explosives and aimed for the towers' bases.
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FATHERS HONOR ROLL... This Father's Day, pay tribute to your father (grandfather, great grandfather, etc.) on our perpetual Fathers Honor Roll page
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