The first punch doesn’t matter so much, instead it’s all about the man who keeps swinging until the end.
N.C. Harrison finally got to take his trip to Savannah, and may have brought back more than memories.
Do super-heroic beings have to be “good” to be great? Who defines “good”? And is “good” a luxury for some?
“It seems to me that truly decent, above-board and non-threatening conversational overtures often get lost in the cascading white noise of street harassment and responses to it,” writes N.C. Harrison.
“Little moments of brotherhood deserve our attention, even when they happen between a pair of great, big, hairy apes,” writes N.C. Harrison.
N.C. Harrison discusses David Eddings, the fantasy writer whose approachable, down-to-earth work helped Harrison face many challenges of his own.
Good Men Project columnist N.C. Harrison discusses the altruistic efforts of Liberian ambulance driver Gordon Kamara, one of the best men he’s ever heard of.
As someone who strives to balance his personal and professional obligations, N.C. Harrison finds himself identifying with the protagonists of 30 Rock and Law and Order: Special Victims Unit.
“Empathy and good feelings can make the Internet a better and safer place for everyone,” writes N.C. Harrison.
N.C. Harrison discusses how archery practice has helped him cope with rejection.
“A father who becomes awakened to the issues of women because of the tiny life that he has helped to create has become, by any measure, a better person,” writes N.C. Harrison.
N.C. Harrison examines an animated series that’s challenged one gender stereotype after another.
“He wasn’t a perfect man, by any means, but none of us are and just as our good cannot wipe out our faults, neither can our evils wipe out the small kindnesses that mean so much,” writes N.C. Harrison.
“If we all want to be one of the conformist cool kids, then nothing will ever get done because it is the uncool kids who do all the world’s innovative work,” writes seminarian N.C. Harrison.
N.C. Harrison sings the praises of the massive, powerful bad guys who force our fictional heroes to rise to the occasion.
“Twenty thousand light years from earth, one looking at the escaped light would see those paleo-Indians as if they were the ones living today. Twenty thousand years from now, I will be nothing more than a ghost on the galactic wind,” writes N.C. Harrison.