Memories

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The Basement

It was really never anything special. The walls were plain and white with cobwebs in many of the corners; a thin grey carpet on the…

Far from home

I miss that smell of candles that invades the whole house, from the kitchen to my room. I miss the backyard where my brother and I…

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One place that stands out to me when I think back to growing up and just life back home in general is our garage. It is situated not even a…

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Back in high school, the summer after sophomore year, I got the opportunity to travel to France and Italy in a school trip. It was a great trip…

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It was the district championship football game of my sophomore year. I had finally gotten my first varsity start. It was due to an injury but it…

Papa

My grandfather Jack Fisher or “Papa” as we referred to him — not the former Major League Baseball pitcher — was a hero to me nonetheless. In fact, he was practically the only man I ever looked up to growing up. I was raised in a single-family household, the middle child separating my older brother and younger sister…

Family Goes Beyond Blood

Its amazing how much of an impact someone can have on you in a mere four short years, but you showed up and did…

The Neon Pad

Growing up as a young boy, my mother and father worked second shift jobs. Their choice was to either pay for a sitter, which would have been expensive, or drop me of at my grandma’s house. Of course, the choice was easy, grandma’s house it was. I sure didn’t mind. I loved spending time with my grandma…