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Fight the Tide

To my oldest son, There comes a time when every boy, on his way to becoming a young man, must try and fight the tide.

Sons- There are plenty of things in this world that carry with them a stigma of adult surrender, perhaps none more than the loaf of

Sons, The oldest two of you became “The New Kid” yesterday. Your mother and I made a decision that we thought would be best for

Sons- I used to know a girl named Kate. She laughed a lot, and sometimes it seemed like she was laughing for no reason. Of

We want to thank all of you who made our mission (to explain life, love and the absurd to our children, one letter at a

Micah- Your middle name was borrowed from a poet named Wilfred Owen, who famously wrote “…My friend, you would not tell with such high zest, To

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