Today I wanted to take an ever-so-slight break from being overtly political (I can’t seem to find the results of the CCCC Exec vote anyway, and after working all day I’m a little on the[…]
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Day 205: Standing for something, not cutting and running
To start tonight, thanks to Cheryl Ball for mentioning my open-letter here in her Karios editor’s statement. Much appreciated! I stand with you and Kairos on this, as I’m sure you know. Glad to see[…]
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Day 204: Rant, rant, rant
Getting it in early. I wrote this on Facebook, but I don’t want to hit post. So those of you who come here to read can enjoy it. It’s me, unfiltered. — When I was[…]
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Day 203: The Dude who Kicked the WASP's Nest
Today, I wrote this. That’s pretty much all I have to say for the day. Consider it my entry. Actually, I do have a just a bit to talk about. Julie, being my loving wife[…]
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Day 202: Worst. Date. Ever.
Another memory story. During the time wherein I was trying to build a new friend-base and a new life for myself in the wake of losing those high school friends I mentioned yesterday, I tried[…]
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Day 201: A Funny Memory to balance this week
Another memory story. When I was a senior in high school, I spent a great deal of time “coupled” with a girl (named Julie, ironically, no relation to my wife) by virtue of the fact[…]
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Day 200: Another Memory AKA the Meaning of Life
This is another story about a memory. I fell down the rabbit hole the other day. After the dream which I detailed in my last post, on the way home from work I listened to[…]
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Day 199: Everybody knows I'm a mfing Monster
“Bitch, I’m a monster, no-good blood-sucker/Fat motherfucker, now look who’s in trouble” -Rick Ross This is a story about a dream. But first, a memory that dream conjured. Ironic that I’m having this particular[…]
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Day 198: the Illusion of safety
As someone who was an adult– but a young adult– on 9/11, I have often tried to explain to those younger than me what actually happened to America that day. We lost people, for sure.[…]
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Day 197: The boys in blue
This happened in Richmond over the weekend. Full disclosure: my father was a cop. My uncle was a security officer for a private firm. Both were military police. My best friend in high school became[…]
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