It’s an hour past be…


It’s an hour past bedtime. I’m laying on the floor of his room. He’s rolling all over me, occasionally kicking me in…

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It’s one of those ni…


It’s one of those nights. It’s zero-dark-thirty and all the worries and anxieties crowd my mind, keeping me from…

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Spring has sprung!


Okay okay okay… feeling guilty about the lack of posting-ness going on around here. I’ve been busy? well…

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Jason Michael Reynolds

Writer. Photographer. Ausome Parent.

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