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good boy background: pencil filings over white brick

Lessons for a Good Boy – My Story II

I was home-kindergartened. It’s a thing. Don’t pity me; I loved it. I was CEO of memorizing which shapes all the letters are. I can run my fingers through the air right now to remind them of the… Read More

A dark brick corridor with light and trees at the end

Grief, Ten Years In

Today, I’ve lived exactly ten years without my father. Not that I was by his side every living moment preceding this last decade—rather it is ten years since there was such a place as beside him. Ten years… Read More