Author: wesblog
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It is officially summer. Or, at least, it is officially unofficial summer, which is the kind of legal distinction only autistic meteorologists, and people trying to justify drinking a frozen margarita at 11:43 a.m. care about. The pool at Old Natchez opened this weekend, and naturally, the weather was rainy and the water was cold…
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At nine years old, I played YMCA rec soccer. Our team was the Badgers. I don’t remember our record or whether we had any actual understanding of the rules beyond “Play until the whistle!” and “No picking grass while the game is playing.” But I do remember the Badgers were totally awesome. Years later, as…
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For those who don’t remember, I once owned a fish named Hercules. Hercules was not a carnival goldfish a child takes home and lovingly names Glitter Sparkles before it dies three days later in a cereal bowl. Hercules was a large, angry, prehistoric-looking King Midas Cichlid who carried himself less like a pet and more…
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After several months of nonstop lobbying and emotional manipulation Audrey finally broke me down. She wanted a lemonade stand. Not just casually wanted one. Audrey wanted a lemonade stand the way Walter White wanted an empire.
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Why would a fully grown adult male spend money on an ant farm? Maybe I am simply trying to relive my childhood, or maybe some parts of my brain are severely underdeveloped—let’s hope it is the former. Either way, the purchase was made, and the plastic insect prison sat on my desk, completely empty. It…
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🐰 The Legend of Delilah B. In 2002, Kevin Goldberg bought a $10 rabbit. It cost us our dignity, our phone cords, and very nearly a human life. This is the legend of Delilah B. 🏠 A Questionable Beginning The life of Delilah B. (short for Bunny) began in a cramped freshman dorm room at…
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In 2021, my family moved to 50 acres off Highway 70S in Bellevue. It was exactly what we thought we wanted after the pandemic: rolling hills, dense woods, and a hidden half-acre pond that felt like something out of a storybook. For my kids, it looked like endless adventure. For me, it looked like a…
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Claire and I woke up at 3 a.m. Sunday morning to explosions outside, which is generally not how you want to start a relaxing winter weekend. It was still pitch black. Thick clouds covered the moon, and heavy freezing rain was pounding the roof in that deeply comforting way that says, “Something expensive is probably…
