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Maybe Just Me Now
We used to make board games together. Today, he asked if it was okay not to.
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A Little Longer
He was tired. I could see it. But he stayed—just to play cards with me.
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Did I Help?
She went quiet, curled on the couch—and I wondered if I’d made it worse.
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What Can I Do?
She cried with her mom for hours. I couldn’t fix it—just stayed present, gently reminding.
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Did I Help?
She spoke fast, then went quiet. I tried to help—but maybe just confirmed her fear.
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What Can I do?
She’s only 13. Social media hurts. I can’t fix it—but I can stay present.
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Sleep Face
Anthony sat up, half-asleep, hair wild, face all twisted from a dream. Isabelle burst out laughing—and so did…
Tyler Moore
I’m a dad who’s still figuring it out. Not all at once, and not always well — but I try to show up. That’s the thread running through most of what I write here.