Running on Empty
A short story about having to grow up too fast.
Currently, I am a stay at home dad to a head strong 5 year old and a late-talking 8 year old who is in 2nd grade. I'm also a Navy veteran who served right after the 9/11 attack on the US. Writing has always been a big part of my life, but it was only recently that I had enough guts to share the weird stuff I think about.
A short story about having to grow up too fast.
Should parents pass on traditions to their children with no thought for tomorrow? Times have changed, so why do we try to stay the same?
Are we still in a pandemic? Then why are my food stamps being cancelled? Take a trip with the Disturbed Dad, and get a glimpse in the life of a broke asshole who’s raising 2 boys on minimum wage.
Modern technology hasn’t just changed the landscape of parenting for married folks. Divorced parents are dealing with the consequences of new tech too. Believe me. I wrote another short story of Parenting sci-fi to give you a sense of where things are going.
As a divorced dad, spending time with my kids is important, but most employers don’t share my values on this issue. They never have. Parents are no longer willing to sell the time we have with our kids for chump change. Can our society and economy finally change to support this need?
Gatekeeping in the home. Who holds the keys? Who guards the doors and tells you that you can’t enter here?
Another piece in my series on GateKeeping.
You can use the Pandemic to your advantage. It doesn’t have to all suck. Use covid to hide your mistakes as a parent. It’s fun!
A city engineer was tasked with crossing guard duties at my son’s school recently. There’s a worker shortage in town, but the job is still essential. Funny how we’re finally paying good wages for it!
Start thinking about gatekeeping. If you’ve ever been told you can’t feel a certain way because you don’t fit a certain demographic, then you’ve been talking to a GateKeeper. This post is directly related to my last post on sexual abuse. It’s what I’ve experienced trying to tell people about my pain. People suck though. Hope this helps someone heal.
Anyone else have a Mother’s Day hangover this morning? I’m not talking about drinks though.
Yesterday I wrote a short story about one of my experiences with sexual abuse and the way mothers try to hide from it. I sent it to my mom. And some other mothers in our family.
Since I’ve had no reactions just yet (I think it’s a good story). I’d thought I’d post it in case it helps anyone else besides me.
From the depths of the trashcan
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