The Middle
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Different Kids, Different Roads
Different kids. Different roads. Same love. Maybe taking it for granted means she always felt safe.
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Tonight Was a Good Night
She smiled, said “hello and good night.” It wasn’t much—but it was everything tonight.
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The Ghost Did It
The ladder fell. No one confessed. “The ghost did it,” they said, without missing a beat.
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The Smile at 3AM
Her eyes closed, body soft. Just before sleep took her completely—she smiled. And I saw it.
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The Side Hug
She gave me a side hug. Not warm. Not long. But real. And it counted.
Dad
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.