I loved being a boy, and I love being a man. However, it is the in-between that can present the greatest challenge and frustration. Yet it was not until I, as a man, embraced my boyhood and my adolescence and began to resurrect and experience those memories that the boy and man within me became whole. As I reviewed my past and realized who had provided me with the love, nurturing, and guidance to be who I was, it became quite clear it was my family. But I was lucky because my mother and her mother were strong, caring, and loyal women. In retrospect, it was a summer spent with my grandmother at her ranch in southern Utah, next to Zion, that changed my path from confusion and anger to understanding and the beginning of self-awareness.