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Excerpts of a Memoir: The Call

Excerpts of a Memoir: The Call

**Before you read – Trigger Warning** This piece talks about suicide. If you or someone you care about is dwelling on dark or suicidal thoughts or contemplating suicide, please reach out. Call the suicide prevention hotline at 988, or reach out to a friend,...
Pryde of the X-Men: Fact or Fiction

Pryde of the X-Men: Fact or Fiction

Lately, in an attempt to reclaim some “me-time” amidst the hurricane that is raising two young children who monopolize most of my free time, I’ve been staying up late into the evening watching YouTube and thinking about writing. This is becoming, sort of, a ritual...
I’m So Glad I Found The Skull

I’m So Glad I Found The Skull

As a nerdy father of two little precocious kids, I can’t wait to have the opportunity to pass on some of the things I love in life; the music that’s moved me, the movies that astound me, and most importantly, the books that have nurtured me. I have a...
Excerpts of a Memoir: Tiny Car-Tooner

Excerpts of a Memoir: Tiny Car-Tooner

I never felt comfortable living “up North”. In the 9 months that we lived in New England, split between a one-bedroom apartment in Lowell, Massachusetts and our first larger, two-story house in Nashua, New Hampshire, no where felt like home. As a Floridian...
Excerpts of a Memoir: PTSD Smells like Bubble Yum

Excerpts of a Memoir: PTSD Smells like Bubble Yum

Bubble Yum can go fuck itself. Like forever. Of all the crap that came along with being the sole caregiver of an elderly parent, the literal piss and shit, having had to dress or bathe my parents, or the endless fights, nothing haunts me quite like seeing or smelling...