July 2018

There was a time when membership in Generation X meant you were young, wild, and carefree. Commercials for brands like Mountain Dew or Coors Light featured Gen Xers–replete with dreadlocks, piercings, and tattoos–snowboarding, bungee jumping, or skydiving while loud grunge music played. The obvious subliminal message was, If you drink...

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  • July 28, 2018

My vision was foggy, as it always is when I first wake. Squinting my eyes in an attempt to focus, two things finally came to view: A smiling Baby Sasha, peeking in between the comforter we use and the pillow I usually have over my head while I’m sleeping.  On...

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  • July 22, 2018
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Evi dropped her iPhone this week. Shattered the glass. At least she did the smart thing by immediately texting me the news while I was at work, so I could get all my facepalming and swearing done at the office. You know, for efficiency. My wife is one of the...

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  • July 14, 2018
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On top of the chest of drawers next to Evi’s side of the bed, I noticed a book she’d checked out of the Cape Coral Public Library. I think it was delivered to our local branch from another one specifically for her, as it was wrapped with a receipt-like paper...

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  • July 8, 2018

The first time I ever heard the saying was in third or fourth grade. My mother, father, sister and I lived in Carper Apartments in Virginia Beach, Virginia, but Dad wasn’t home. We lived in a townhouse that faced the far end of the road, so I excitedly stared out...

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  • July 1, 2018
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