“Wake up.”…


“Wake up.” It was dark out. I think. I was in bed. I could feel Jonah “steam-rolling” on top of me. He would roll on…

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I suppose I should b…


I suppose I should be happy that it’s just strips of paper scattered all over and not a flooded kitchen. (I’m sure the…

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So this happened….


So this happened. Jonah grabs the nail clippers, walks up to me, hands them to me, lets me clip the nails on one of his…

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Jason Michael Reynolds

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