The Youngest
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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…
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Why Me
“Why me?” he asked, when I told him to throw something away. I didn’t answer—just looked.
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Spoilers
A small comment. A sudden shift. And now I’m sitting in the in-between, wondering what it meant.
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I Promised
I was tired. My back hurt. But I’d said yes yesterday—and he would remember if I didn’t.
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We Went to the Pool
I didn’t go in. But I took him. Maybe, someday, that’s what he’ll remember.
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Pancakes Without Me
He didn’t want help. Just space. It was only pancakes—but also, not small at all.
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After This Dog
He was here for all of it. I want to be here for the rest.
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Who Really Knows?
It’s crowded sometimes—kids, dog, everyone—but they still want to be close. And that feels enough.
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Sun, Fun, and a Change of Plans
A beach day, bikes, ice cream, and a quiet decision to keep going together.
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Resting His Eyes
He mumbled, “Just resting my eyes.” I let him stay—because this moment mattered more.
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.