Samuel Wakefield

The good old days.

I’m living the dream, and sometimes I have to remind myself that these are the good old days, even if they don’t always feel like it.

We’re all in need of grace. Our family units are the first place where we learn both how to give and receive grace.

A man-date, a room of Black men, and the answer I want my four daughters to see me live out.

14 days and three questions I asked myself on the way home. The trip may be over, but the lessons remain.

From my grandmother’s shelves to my daughter’s phone, the same instinct, four generations later.

Why I want the girls to copy my favorite morning routine one day.

Are we for some of us, or are we for all of us? The next generation will help us decide.

What a cashier reminded me about fatherhood, expectations, and the bar we set.

Nobody gets their way all of the time.

A story about mulch, momentum, and getting out of your own way.