The Raging Elitist

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Mornings

I’ve been through many iterations of morning swim practice in my life, each with its own particular mix of pain and pleasure. As a nervous six-year-old summer leaguer new to the lowcountry, I relished the wonderful early morning heat of mid-June at Wild Dunes Dolphins practices, so complete that a little kid could be outside…
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Tween Dad

On an after-dinner walk during the boys’ first week of summer break, I was suddenly stricken by the realization that Danyelle and I are nearly exactly halfway done raising children, at least in the sense of housing them while they’re still legal minors. Cartter is a couple months away from his tenth birthday, and Scotty…
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The Boys of Summer

Summer tried to sneak up on us this year. Baseball games, summer league meets, and evening walks worked their way in around the edges of our routine and occupied the space in our lives allotted for pleasant distractions. It all seemed so easy and whimsical until I looked at the calendar and suddenly realized –…
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Little Pitchers

Even before I had children, I always imagined my kids would start getting much more tolerable between eight and ten years of age, that at that point they’d finally start to become real people whom an adult might deem acceptable company. Now that Scotty is eight, and Cartter nearly ten, I realize that in one…
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