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An Ode to My Wife

An Ode to My Wife

I married up. I know that’s a somewhat silly thing to say. The whole idea behind a class structure of individuals judged by vague parameters is, well, nonsense. Still, I cannot help but have the thought when I consider my wife, Victoria, I married up. Why? If you knew...
Two Years a Daddy

Two Years a Daddy

I loved you before you were here. I don’t know how. While moms have an automatic, chemical attachment to the bundle of cells floating around in her abdomen, dads aren’t so lucky. Any fatherly love developed prior to birth can only stem from simply knowing,...