The Metallic Box

I posted a Christmas piece that is silly and irreverant and attempts to be clever. Don’t waste your time on it. But please, read this one.. A great piece that puts it all together as it should be.. Great work, Sir…

Punk Rock Papa

For as long as I can remember I’ve always felt like an orphan on Christmas. Always at events awkwardly standing in a corner as everyone exchanged gift after gift, until someone remembered I was there and slid me some pity five dollar present they bought the day before when they remembered tag along would be there. I’m not complaining, my appreciation of the holiday has grown enormously because of that feeling. I didn’t need the Grinch to rob me of Christmas for me to find a greater understanding of what holidays are for. Holidays aren’t necessarily hard for me, I’ve built my own traditions and my own family to uphold them with.

At the age of eight I was sent to visit my brother for a summer. He had moved from California to Connecticut to live his new life with his new family. My mother sent me for the summer…

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  1. Life With Teens and Other Wild Things

    A little boy who was living with his aunt’s family was murdered just a few days ago, not far from where I live. This post made me cry… not because the writer “had it so bad” (yes, actually, Sir, you did. It sucks that the adults in your life didn’t do a better job of making you feel loved. I don’t “feel sorry” for you, but I am sorry that happened.), but because every child deserves a place at the table. Every child deserves to know they’re loved and accepted and part of something bigger. I don’t care what’s in the boxes or under the tree. Every child deserves a home in which they have people.

    I come from a dysfunctional family myself. We didn’t have a lot growing up, but that was ok. We had each other. Some of my sibs, and their children, made bad choices along the way, and we have had some situations like this, with kids living with other relatives while Mom or Dad, or both, sorted themselves out. I pray that none of our kids ever felt this way. Every child deserves a family of their own. That’s what matters.

    May you and yours have a very Merry Christmas this year.

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