The great passion in a man's life may not be for women or men or wealth or toys or fame, or even for his children, but for his masculinity, and at any point in his life he may be tempted… — Frank Pittman Copy Share Image
In colonial America, the father was the primary parent. . . . Over the past two hundred years, each generation of fathers has hadless… — Frank Pittman Copy Share Image
We long for our father. We wear his clothes, and actually try to fill his shoes. . . . We hang on to him,… — Frank Pittman Copy Share Image
Our ability to fall in love requires enough comfort with our masculinity to join it with someone's femininity and feel enhanced. .. . If… — Frank Pittman Copy Share Image
The mother must teach her son how to respect and follow the rules. She must teach him how to compete successfully with the other… — Frank Pittman Copy Share Image
Parents can fail to cheer your successes as wildly as you expected, pointing out that you are sharing your Nobel Prize with a couple… — Frank Pittman Copy Share Image
Every boy was supposed to come into the world equipped with a father whose prime function was to be our father and show us… — Frank Pittman Copy Share Image
At the heart of male bonding is this experience of boys in early puberty: they know they must break free from their mothers and… — Frank Pittman Copy Share Image
We know how powerful our mother was when we were little, but is our wife that powerful to us now? Must we relive our… — Frank Pittman Copy Share Image
Mothers who are strong people, who can pursue a life of their own when it is time to let their children go, empower their… — Frank Pittman Copy Share Image
Fidelity is the single most important element in solidly enduring marriages. — Frank Pittman Copy Share Image
Some parents were awful back then and are awful still. The process of raising you didn't turn them into grown-ups. Parents who were clearly… — Frank Pittman Copy Share Image
To insult a friend implies that you respect his masculinity enough to know he can take it without acting like a crybaby. The swapping… — Frank Pittman Copy Share Image
