The Oldest
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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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The Dictatorship
“It’s like a dictatorship,” he once said. Years later, we laughed about it—together. Full circle.
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The One Time He Cheated
He cheated once. Faced the F. Owned it. Recovered with work—and without shame from us.
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Missing His Graduation
He graduated without us there. I’ve carried that ache. It still shapes how I show up.
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.