It’s June 1st, 2020. A day, for many across America, that was supposed to represent a re-emergence into a post-pandemic world. A day when the
Author: ralphamsden
Wyoming born. Arizona raised. North Carolina Transplant. Believer. Husband. Dad. Sports Reporter. Amateur Gardener. Pineapple hater. Trying to live a life of gratitude.
Confirmation and Consent
To my kids- Yesterday was gross. Very real issues were caught up in a political theatre in which every participating party had their mind made
A Different Kind of Nike Protest
So if I put shoes on you, and now, we’re here at your school without your shoes, where in the hell could they be?
“I threw them out the window.”
Your tiny voice took a moment to break through my exasperated parental haze.
You… did what?
“I threw my shoes out the window of the car.”
Revival
To my kids- It’s been two years since I last wrote you a letter. This website began as an attempt to for my friends and
Go ahead and ruin Father’s Day
To my kids- It’s Father’s Day. I’ve taken a break from scouring every room of the house in search of your shoes to write you
Respect, Restraint and Responsibility
To my kids- I’ve written to you about outrage. “We live in an outrage vacuum. Our angers are many, but they materialize and disappear like
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