Tucked away behind a beige-box subdivision somewhere in a Wal-Mart suburb of an affluent Midwestern city, there’s a small neighborhood park. It’s your run-of-the-mill lower-middle-class affair, complete with four neglected swing sets, a wooden picnic shelter, two overgrown soccer fields and an undersized baseball diamond. During the day, it plays host to local middle school kids...
Somewhere on some hard drive in some basement in central Florida, there’s footage of me crying. I’ve only been on the Jumbotron once in my life, and it was when I was 5 or 6, attending my first soccer game. About 60 or 70 minutes through, the camera guy directly in front of me laughed, wheeled this massive lens around towards me, and next thing I knew my face was plastered on a screen...
On Sunday, my family will celebrate the one-year anniversary of the passing of my uncle David. I wrote the following post last year as my way of preparing for his funeral. As a self-employed twenty-something bachelor, I’ve had the flexibility over the past 5 or 6 years to accompany my grandparents on their annual vacation down to Mexico. The arrangement is pretty simple: I cover the cost of...
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