A Triple Dog Dare
Oct06

A Triple Dog Dare

We were active boys. We spent our days drinking from the hose, mooning friends and taking every opportunity to pants each other. We spent most of our lives outside in the real world. We terrorized neighborhoods in the right way. We played guitar, fell out of trees and lit our modified fireworks on the 5th of July. We broke our own bones, ripped apart ligaments and dislocated sockets. We beat ourselves up, we picked at our scabs, we...

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‘I Want to Pee Like Daddy’
Sep12

‘I Want to Pee Like Daddy’

Two-year-olds aren’t made to be quiet, so when my daughter left the room and a few minutes of silence followed, it caused alarm. When I followed her, I found her atop the step stool with her hands on her cheeks, elbows on her knees with a pout. The most beautiful combination of words rolled out of her mouth like poetry: “I want to pee like daddy.” That was 10 years ago, when I was a 21-year-old boy with a daughter. I...

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Stepping Up to the Plate
May24

Stepping Up to the Plate

I was about nine years old when my parents would come home from work, shut their bedroom door behind them, and start arguing.  There wasn’t a pillow large enough that could hide me from the sound.  Parents try preparing their children for everything, but not this.  I’d leave the house to the nearby junior high where boys my same age practiced baseball.  You’d hear things like, “Two down,” from the chubby one with gear on behind home...

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Hey can I tell u something?
Feb26

Hey can I tell u something?

I got home the other night after a wearing day.  I was exhausted, looking forward to the cold beer that sat in my fridge and playing my neglected guitar until my fingers failed.  Genesis had just given me a new song to learn before she went back to her mom’s house; Christina Perri’s A Thousand Years is much better than the wrecking ball she tried getting me to learn weeks before.  Any other day and I would have had the energy to...

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Change is Good
Jan16

Change is Good

While driving to work this morning, I got honked at. I could have predicted it. I’m cruising in the middle lane, speed limit of 45, and my right turn was coming up in about a quarter of a mile. No music playing, no checking my phone; it’s just me, the road, and normal morning traffic conditions. I’m aware of the red two-door in the right lane, about two car lengths behind. I put my blinker on, giving it a second or two, and look over...

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