Part of a family history that took pride in the men who inherited the name, passed down from great-great-grandfather to great-grandfather to grandfather and finally to me. My mother and Dr. Julie and I were aware that, should I fail the test of manhood, I might never add another namesake to our family line. Instead, my name might come to be associated with the moment our family fell apart, a big empty space beneath my entry on the family tree.
the patriarchy that religions embody is pathetically irrelevant to living a loving and caring life
