On Valentine’s day several years ago, something strange happened. There were three cards in my mailbox. One for my wife Pam and my two daughters. There was no Valentine’s day card for my son and me.

I wrinkled my brow and thought how curious my son and I are feminists and we practice Bhakti yoga. Who would send my girls a card and not one for me and my son? Then I realized the cards were coming from Mickey, my father-in-law. I think to myself, how could Mickey send these Valentine day card...


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