6th grade. It was like every male in middle school discovered the word “virgin” all at once. It appeared on our tongues overnight, like a rabid ulcer. I was slow to pick up on things back then. Slow to care about what the other fellas were into. My mind was occupied with Weird Al lyrics […]
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The Thing About Grief
Last month, my son came to visit and was home for all of an hour when he received a devastating phone call, news that would send him into the kind of hysterics I’ve never witnessed. He was half shrieking, half screaming. He was punching walls. Hyperventilating. Pacing in broken circles. Mashing fists into his face. […]