Josh Misner, PhD / Page

Selected Articles

We celebrate our children’s firsts, but it’s their lasts we should savor, because we rarely recognize them until they’re already gone.

My son saw me being an asshole at an airport counter. Three hours later, I took his hand and went back to take responsibility and teach him that being honorable isn’t about avoiding mistakes. It’s about having the courage to own up to them, learn from them, and make it right when we do.

If you’re man enough to raise a daughter, you’d damn well better be man enough to talk with her about her uterus. Female biology is not embarrassing, but most men’s inability to handle it certainly is.

We’ve never been more connected to the world, yet somehow we’ve become increasingly disconnected from the people right in front of us. Sometimes, the most meaningful connection can only become possible when we unplug.

Saying “I’m sorry” admits fault, but asking “Will you forgive me?” puts power in the hands of the person who was wronged. If the ego is too fragile for that extra step, it’s not forgiveness. It’s merely absolution without accountability.

Sometimes, the smallest acts of love leave the deepest impressions. A reflection on the fleeting moments of parenthood that become lasting memories.

I spent my childhood searching for heroes in fiction because I couldn’t find one in my own father. When I became a father myself, I caught my son looking at me the way I once looked at my fictional heroes and realized I’d become the man I once needed.

My children didn’t need another lecture about humility. They needed to see their dad swallow his pride, confront an uncomfortable truth, and prove that love means being willing to change.

We don’t need to travel to Hawaii or Australia for an experience that takes our breath away when those moments are all around us.

For years, I thought coming home was about escaping work and finding a little time for myself. Then, one sentence from my four-year-old brought me to tears on the side of the road and forever changed my understanding of what it really means to come home.

Dick Hoyt didn’t just push his son through marathons. He shattered every excuse we’ve ever made for not going the distance for our children.