The pomp following the circumstances

Today's the day. Like so many other eighteen-year-olds since practically forever, my son gets to walk across a stage, shake his principal's hand, look sheepishly into the crowd for his family, and flip the tassel on his mortarboard from right to left. At about 12:15pm, my firstborn will be a high school graduate. Big freakin'... Continue Reading →

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