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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For my boys……


For my boys… Every day, you get a little older. With each morning, a litttle piece of your fleeting childhood slips…

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So we took our Chris…


So we took our Christmas tree down yesterday after the cats absolutely DESTROYED it. So I wrote a poem about it... THE…

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Jason Michael Reynolds

Writer. Photographer. Ausome Parent.

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