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Continue reading →: to my son on his 10th birthdayGatsby, GB, Geebs, #60: you are ten years old today. I’m currently writing this on the 12-hour plane ride to Hawaii. We’re taking a family trip to Oahu to celebrate Duke and you and Flippy’s birthdays… so I’d say you’re already off to a pretty great 10th year. From repeatedly…
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Continue reading →: to my kid on their 11th birthdayHoldy, Holden (“are you mad at me?”), H Dawg, Turd: Happy Birthday and welcome to your 11th year on this planet. Your tenth year was quite a doozy. You went to your first “real” concert when we saw Jimmy Buffett last summer and fell in love with “Rocky Horror Picture…
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Continue reading →: to my son on his 9th birthdayGatsby/Geebs/Crapsby/Gibs/Mr. Spills — Happy Birthday! You’re 9 today, Kid. Another year has passed of you being an absolute weirdo. We’re over Michael Jackson now and we’re firmly into basketball. You are a whiz at knowing players’ names and stats and histories, and even personal lives. You always ask us who’s…
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Continue reading →: to my kid on their tenth birthdayHolden, Holdy, Turd, Troll, Today is your 10th birthday: the “double digits,” as you’ve been saying. You just finished fourth grade at York Academy and were sad to finish the year because you’ll miss your friends. Of course, you’ll still talk to them all day long on Snapchat, Roblox and…
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Continue reading →: to my son on his eighth birthdayGeebarino, We’re spending this birthday on a plane to Walt Disney World, where we’ll meet Nanny, Brenda, Uncle Max, Brandy and Harrison and we’ll celebrate, not only your eighth birthday, but also Dukie’s life. This past year, we spent quite a bit of time coming to terms with grief. We…
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Continue reading →: Death and DisneyEarly Friday morning, my dad died. Twelve hours later, I was on a plane to Disney World.
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Continue reading →: to my daughter on her ninth birthdayHoldy, H, H-bomb, Dirt, Bridge Troll, We’ve had… a lot… going on lately, so I’m writing this to you from my phone at our campsite waiting for you to wake up this morning. You, my child, are not a morning person (neither am I, so no judgment.) This past year…
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Continue reading →: to my son on his seventh birthdayGatsby, GB, Geebs, Gilbert, Geebo: You started your 6th year in quarantine and you’re starting your 7th in a new world. We know your beloved Dukie is celebrating you along with us today. This past year we spent *a lot* of time together as we struggled through—then accepted—then despised—then mastered…
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Continue reading →: Where I’m FromGeorge Ella Lyon wrote her poem “Where I’m From” in 1993 in response to the fear and hate alive in our country and created the I Am From Project. I was introduced to the poem by Dr. Monea Abdul-Majeed, who often opens her anti-racism workshops with a similar exercise, and…
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