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I’m sick of the cold weather. I can’t wait for summer to get here. I want to go to the lake, to the beach, to the park for a picnic. I want to pick flowers and go to Barton Springs and the splash parks again… Fuck, it’s too hot to do anything. Summer is never going…

Do I Really Need to Say That?

My brother was killed in an accident on a country road near my family’s home a week after his sixth birthday. I don’t open with that sentence lightly or for sympathy; it’s an important piece of my family’s history. It happened before I was born, and it shaped my family dynamic in ways that I’m still…