men

I look into their faces. They are both very young. They were little boys a couple years ago, I can tell.

what good was his understanding or the feeling of being understood if it made everyday life harder?

Underneath fear and his instinct to escape, my father experienced, he told me, a rush of love for my mother that made him feel ill, lost to the depths of a new knowledge: that love and fear got all tangled up,

It was easy to dislike the man; it was harder to dislike the little boy who existed just below the surface of the man.

Men theorize about love, but women are more often love’s practitioners. Most men feel that they receive love and therefore know what it feels like to be loved; women often feel we are in a constant state of yearning, wanting love but not receiving it.