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The days following Robert’s funeral were surreal. It was almost as if everyone around us had the same thing on their minds, something important, but no one wanted to be the one to say so. All the kids were home, and unlike the days after Raymond Jr.’s funeral, there was a sense of shock but not surprise. Even Shelly came home. She looked a lot older than her older sisters, and I privately chocked that up to her years of drug abuse. Her daughter, Ann, looked just like she did when she was th
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I couldn’t concentrate. Every time I tried to focus on what I was doing, my mind would take me back to a place that I could never return to, no matter what I did. I would’ve given my life to see him take his first steps all over again. Or maybe to hear his voice again. Just to feel his warm tummy while he slept, to listen to his light snoring and watch his chest heave up and down. It was a cruel irony that the morning of Raymond Jr’s funeral, I awoke to the sound of crunching coming from th
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In the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years___Unknown Touché. He tried to tell me, but I wouldn’t hear it. I was too stubborn, too set in my ways. I had my mind made up, and there was no going back on my convictions. Not for me. My stubbornness has been called my most damning quality, but I’ve always dismissed that notion. As a man, I felt like I had to go with my gut because in the end, I was the only person I could count on. I wasn’t going
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At sixty four, Raymond Moore finds himself desperate to save his family, which was ravaged by a tragedy they never faced. While trying to sort it all out, he realizes two things: the pain they all face runs deeper than he could have imagined, and that it's never too late to start the healing process
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I just knew everything would be alright. Every year I would wake up to a pile of gifts under the tree, and somehow I knew this year would be no different. It was December 24, and there were a grand total of six presents under our tree, and they were all for other people. It was something new, to be sure, but I had a feeling that if I searched long enough and hard enough, I’d find my mom’s stash of gifts. They had to be somewhere. To be honest, I never searched before. I didn’t think it was a
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A boy from an impoverished family tries to make Christmas special for his mother and sister. Without the means to make it happen on his own, he turns to Santa Claus for help.
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On August 6, 1945, an atomic bomb was dropped on the Japanese city of Hiroshima. The moment the bomb landed and detonated, 70,000 people died instantly. Over 60,000 more would die of injuries or illnesses related to the attack that preceded the one on Nagasaki and helped propel the United States and its allies to victory in the Pacific Ocean during World War Two. In an instant, so many people’s lives were shattered. In fact, the number is so astronomical that we may never know the true human
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“That does it,” Phillip exclaimed as he advanced on me. “You’re dead meat!” I tried slowly backing away from his menacing approach, but my back was up against the wall and I had no way to escape. I crouched down and waited for the assault to begin, hoping it wouldn’t be too merciless when out of nowhere, I heard a familiar voice call out in a war cry. “No!” Kyle K yelled, jumping onto Phillip’s back, trying to restrain his arms. From where I was, I saw my opening. I didn’t have a lot of ti
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Powerful. Awe Inspiring. Gripping. Beautiful. Those four words pretty much summed up the performance Phillip was giving on the stage of the massive church I was sitting in. In the pew with me were my mom and dad, along with Mr. and Mrs. Cassiante and Sabrina, Phillip’s little sister who, it turns out, decided that I was her boyfriend. She had hooked my arm with hers as soon as the Cassiante’s spotted us in the foyer before the service started. In my life, I’d been to church once or tw
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“So what about you and Kyle K?” he asked knowingly, causing me to look away and shrug. “We’re cool with each other,” I answered, not quite sure how to define my relationship with him. “I knew that already,” he told me rather bluntly, and I felt more than a little self-conscious. “I guess what I meant was, how cool are you with each other?” “I guess I’m kind of crushing on him,” I admitted. “What has he said about me?” I’ll admit that talking about my growing crush on Kyle K with his
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“Are you sure that’s the one you want dude?” Jarred asked, raising an eyebrow at me. I should have realized my mistake, not just by the way Jarred was looking at me, but by the way everyone standing in the line in front of us and behind us was looking at me as well. But before I could reconcile the looks I was getting with the choice I had actually made, it was too late. “Gross,” I heard Kyle K say from behind me at the exact moment that the attendant dropped her ladle in the pot of hot caram
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The look of shock on Phillip’s face was one I’d not soon forget. I mean, I think I’d react the same way if he or anyone else had just made a similar revelation to me. But the truth was, I was hurting too, and I had to endure as much pain as Phillip did through all of this, if not a little bit more. None of that made it easy for Phillip to digest what I told him, and as I thought back on it, maybe I could have broken it to him in a little less of a dramatic fashion. “Phillip, I have something
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As a rule, I try my hardest not to ogle those I think might be straight. I mean, I wouldn’t want some girl to push up on me, so I think it’s common courtesy for me to be considerate of other’s preferences as well. Still, there are some times when I can’t help myself. Take Kyle Porter for instance. I have no doubt in my mind that he’s straight as an arrow, but he’s so damn gorgeous that I have a hard time peeling my eyes off of him. His dark toned skin, a gift from the Sun Gods that he was gra
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Jarred had that look in his eyes again. I’d seen it so many times before that I didn’t even have to ask where his mind was. Not that I would. I felt like he had gone to a place that was private, and I had no business intruding. Besides, I was concentrating on my own thoughts. The sound of the waves coming in and rolling back out had me in a trance. I wasn’t watching them do their thing, though. My sights were set on the blanket of stars that were overhead, lighting the otherwise clear
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“Will and Grace?” Kyle K giggled, his pouty lips actually seeming to retract a little with the huge grin he had on his face. “Yeah dude, it’s funny,” I said in my most convincing tone, returning his grin and blushing a little because he was finding humor in my box set of the first five seasons of my favorite show. “What else do you have to watch?” he asked, still giving me his adorable smile. “What about Ali G?” I suggested. “Okay,” he said enthusiasti
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“Hand me that spade, will you buddy?” my dad asked, reaching out for the shiny object with a wooden handle. It looked like a tiny shovel, which was the point, I guess. “Your mom’s not going to let me hear the end of it if I don’t get these hydrangeas planted today.” He was right about that. As well as my mom and dad got along with each other, there was one area of friction in our home that existed between them. It was our patio, where my parent’s had different ideas about what looked
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The day was unseasonably cold, and the dark clouds that were rolling in from the east told me that a storm was on the horizon. Loud crackling thunder was playing a tune that could be heard throughout the region, sending people who were working carelessly in their yards or swimming in the cool waters of the Atlantic scurrying for cover. Bright lightning bolts were lighting an otherwise unusually dark summer day, a sure sign that a torrential down pour was imminent. None of that mattered
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Anger. Frustration. Betrayal. Those were the emotions charging the air as Phillip, Jarred and I sat across from each other at the Cassiante’s dining room table. The glare was unforgiving as we sat still in silence, almost guardedly. I felt as if Phillip and I were boxed in, and there was no escaping the truth. We were going to have to deal with the treachery that we were facing head on. On one side of me sat Phillip, the one person who I felt cared about me more than anyone in t
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Through the darkness that shrouded the room I was sharing with him, I watched silently as his shirtless torso heaved up and down with each breath he took. A single beam of light that was provided by the moon seemed to silhouette his sleeping form, his faint snoring flowing through my ears like music. Our shoulders were making light contact, and even though I was laying flat on my stomach, I was able to gaze at his entire body, soaking up its natural beauty and dreaming about something I knew was
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“What just happened?” I asked myself, looking around my room and pondering my next move. When I left my house the night before, I was with Jarred Fedina, the beautiful hunk who had satisfied my sexual urges as only he could, but at the end of the night, we were separated by forces beyond our control and I rode my bike along General Booth, which turned into Pacific Avenue, all the way home, without him. It wasn’t what I was planning on when we left for the party at Kyle K’s house, but it was
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From my bedroom window the view is spectacular. I’m not bragging about it, I’m just saying, I have a full view of the ocean and all of the ships coming in and out of the Chesapeake Bay. I’ve had the same view for as long as I could remember, though, so it’s never been a big deal to me. Sometimes I catch myself looking out onto the water in the middle of a boring afternoon and wondering where the water could take me if I had a boat. The reflection off the water at night is pretty, but in my opini
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I guess the one part about being on Jarred’s arm for the summer while his boyfriend was away that I had to adapt to was his friends. Most of my friends weren’t even on the same scale as his when it came to social status, and I found myself intimidated at first, especially when Jarred dragged me along to meet his friends Kyle Kammersguard and Kyle Pelton, respectively. He told me before we got there that they just referred to the two of them as Kyle K and Kyle P to keep things simple, and that I
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My feet were killing me. There was no denying that. I had been on them all day, climbing hills and standing still waiting patiently in lines that seemed to stretch for miles. It was hot, and even though I had dressed for the weather, I was really uncomfortable. The fact that Jarred was at my side made things better, though. The fact that my dad was right there with us sucked. Busch Gardens in Williamsburg is a pretty large park. It gets bigger every season, too. The number of out of state a
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Living as close to the water as we do, you’d think that I’d spend as much free time as I could on a surf board or at least laying out on the beach. The view from my bedroom window is breathtaking. I can see the entire Southern end of the Chesapeake Bay, including the bridge that connects mainland Virginia to the Eastern Shore. It lights up at night, and I love to watch the blinking lights that guide the ships over the tunnels. There’s a tremendous amount of marine traffic in and out of Hamp
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Basking in the afterglow of the love Jarred and I made was always one of the best parts of being with him. Not just physically, either, but emotionally. He had an effect on me like no one else ever could, and I knew that I was falling deeper in love with him. Each moment was like a gift, and even if I could describe the sensation of his mere touch in accurate terms, I could never do it justice with words. On the last day of school, we managed to steal a few hours to be together, and to me, th
