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Today is the first day of the last school year my daughter will not be in high school. God willing, that is. While I do not know if I could follow through on this, I told her a couple of … Continue reading →

One of the parallels to life I draw from bicycling is the struggle of climbing a hill. Not that I am a cyclist. More than a decade ago, a 20-mile ride on my bike was pretty much a daily thing. … Continue reading →

Since I moved to South Carolina eight years ago, I have had a crush on Abbeville. It is a town with storied history. Just beyond the center of the tiny downtown lining a quarter-mile circle of jagged, uneven brick pavers … Continue reading →

Here’s the thing about daughters: they grow up. Like a rope lowering a bucket of wet sand down a well, you can only slow it down. Trying to stop it will only bring frustration. So you’re along for the ride. … Continue reading →

The best part of the day for me is picking up my 3-year-old son from daycare. It’s something I’ve waited for since I got to work. Sentimental as it may seem, I carry him on my shoulder each morning down … Continue reading →

I wonder if he lives with a collection of souls in his mind. I wonder if he even knows the number he has touched. The quantity he has molded. The lives he has changed. How can a person even focus … Continue reading →

I can’t remember how it feels to squeeze into a rusty hand-me-down Jeep among friends I’d probably die for. I do not recall how it feels to cheer its four bald tires toward gaining enough traction to climb an unplowed … Continue reading →

People say the Bradford Pear Tree smells like fish. I’ve been cutting grass and mistaken their scent for wild mushrooms after they’ve been mowed. Both are actually compliments compared to claims this tree smells like woman parts that haven’t been … Continue reading →

When I moved to North Carolina, there was no way I was going to stay. I’d finish college and return to Western New York – which would always be home. These intentions were only solidified after two years in the … Continue reading →

Among the fears I have for my son, one of the greatest is that he’ll limit himself to gender stereotypes. I DO NOT WORRY about this with my daughter. She spent the majority of the years in which these are traditionally ingrained being … Continue reading →