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This as-told-to essay is based on a conversation with Brittany Antoinette Wilson. It has been edited for length and clarity. Loading audio narration… Since I was a little girl, my dad has been a collector. He started off with comics, meticulously storing them so they wouldn’t suffer wear and tear.…
Most of my life, my dad has worked multiple jobs to provide for his family and give his kids the means to dream big. For me, that largely meant travel. Loading audio narration… With my parents’ unwavering support, I pursued journalism and began traveling for work a few years into…
I sat in a stiff chair next to my 86-year-old dad as a lawyer outlined the complicated rules of Medicaid law. Loading audio narration… My dad furrowed his brow, trying to understand the legal complexities that could mean the difference between being able to leave his home — where he’d…
The image of my father that lives most clearly in my memory is this: a man in a suit, on a train platform, me, a child in my PJs, staring out the windows of our car as my mother picked him up. Loading audio narration… On reflection, I feel really…
For six glorious weeks before our son arrived, I relished the delicious pleasure of total freedom. Loading audio narration… My wife Liv’s maternity leave had begun. Our living room speakers pumped out the groovy soundtrack of her favorite deckbuilding video game, Balatro.I remember the late-winter chill nipping at my cheeks…
Growing up, when I imagined my 20s, I pictured living in a huge city apartment on my own, with a partner or a quirky group of roommates. I’d decorate my home with chic art pieces, paint the walls a dusty rose, and host dinner parties for my friends.I was desperate…
