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All of Our Days

This will always be the day the sun shone, the son murdered, the world outside your door kept spinning without you. Impossibly, we are left here hundreds of days since July 10th received its brutal, sacred meaning.

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Save The Bear

“Did Poppi kill the bear or save it?,” asks my son months after my dad was buried.

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I, meet Me.

My dad tells this charming story about the time he found the Jeff Nelsons of America. The story became charming sometime around 1993 when I realized that in addition to going by Dad, Daddy, Daddio, (whiny voice) Duh-aaaaad, and The Tennessee Wooden Spoon Spanking Machine, my father also- for some reason or another- went by Jeff Nelson. As I… Continue reading I, meet Me.

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A Year of { pregnant dad }

One of my favorite posts to write this year sprouted from one bloody fall, one toddler with stitches, and one sudden understanding of just what lengths a good dad will go to for his boy. I hope you enjoy this post for its sweetness and despite its blood and gore. Be sure to leave a… Continue reading A Year of { pregnant dad }