I’m very close to my dad. He’s about six inches away right now and snoring in my ears.

My name is Monika Ora Moniker, but you can call me MOM. Or dad will do just fine.

He treats the person as if they were fully whole.We become what others expect us to be. Dad expected me to get better and even assumed I would have something helpful to say. Funny how...

All I ever knew was that my dad was a pilot of an F-106; he was killed because his ejection seat didn’t work. And I guess that’s the way it always was. I was so...

Certain things are extremely difficult to understand, such as the concept of unconditional love, perhaps it is due to mislead thoughts about God’s love for us. Assuming that we can say or do certain things...

My mother and dad both loved to sing,

I am somebody’s son, and I know a guy I call “Dad.” Those two things are unrelated.

No one is ever quite ready; everyone is always caught off guard. Parenthood chooses you. And you open your eyes, look at what you’ve got, say “Oh, my gosh,” and recognize that of all the...

The greatest thing a father can do for his children is to respect the woman that gave birth to his children. It is because of her that you have the greatest treasures in your life....

Mom was the planner. She said, ‘We’re going to do this, we’re going to do that,’ and my dad would go along.

If you are a good parent, please continue to be a good one. But if you are bad parent, today is a great new beginning for you to start a great new chapter of parenthood.

Honestly, I’d rather be anywhere else. Even home, where my dad begins almost every conversation with, “You should lose the black clothes and wear something with color.” Puh-lease. Like I want to look like every...

…some nights I’d sneak out and listen to the radio in my Dad’s old Chevy – children need solitude – they don’t teach that in school…

I have always loved camping, ever since I was eight, and was forcibly stuffed in a trunk and dropped off in the middle of the forest. My dad was a complex man, but I believe...

My dad always used to tell me __________________. My dad never told me anything. He had nothing to say, and even less to say to me.

In his imagination, he grabbed his dad by the throat and squeezed until an old mans face turned purple. No pleading, no begging, simply… nothing.

In 1992, when I was out of the league waiting for a job, my dad passed away and my wife was pregnant. People will tell you, ‘Oh, I never doubted for a moment.’ Well, I...

He knew dad was hurt.

The day my dad left my mom and I was the second saddest day of my life. The saddest day was the next day, when he returned home.

You know my father as governor, as president, but I knew him as dad. I was so proud to have the Reagan name and to be Ronald Reagan’s son.

Hell, there’re already too many psychologists; too many everythings. Too many engineers, too many chemists, too many doctors, too many dentists, too many sociologists. There aren’t enough people who can actually do anything, really know...

My dad was 16, and Liberace was 17. They were both finalists. My dad was a humble guy, but he was always sort of proud that he placed ahead of Liberace in the contest.

That was kind of hard to deal with. Her dad smoked, and, as a journalist, she had worked in an environment where a lot of people smoked.

My father gave me the greatest gift anyone could give another person, he believed in me.

Dad was at his desk when I opened the door, doing what all British people do when they’re freaked out: drinking tea.

People tell me I look like my father. I’ve never seen my dad, so does that mean I look invisible?

I couldn’t have pulled it off if you hadn’t have pulled out all those years ago. So thanks, dad.

The amount of time we give to something indicates it’s importance to us.

Let me say for now that we knew once the Creation was broken, true fathering would be much more lacking than mothering. Don’t misunderstand me, both are needed- but an emphasis on fathering is necessary...

The new version is slimmer, sleeker and definitely very popular for Dad.

My dad was my hero, … Whatever he did, I did.

My dad was born poor, made a fortune during his life, and then died suddenly—murdered by his only son, leaving his vast estate to a daughter I didn’t know he had.

We said no because we wanted to be with our dad.

Was it too much to expect the rest of the world to care about grammar or pay attention to details?

I signed with the Milwaukee Braves for three-thousand dollars. That bothered my dad at the time because he didn’t have that kind of dough. But he eventually scraped it up.

I don’t like to celebrate my birthday, because I don’t like taking credit for others’ work—in this case, my mom and dad. Or possibly my mom and the mailman.

When my children complain that I’m forgetful, I remind them that DAD is just ADD spelled sideways.

He’s great to talk to. He’s like my second dad.