: After the traumatic marriage and breakup with my wife Diana I moved to an apartment in Pensacola. I was a neurotic, anxiety-filled mess. I was still working as a contract programmer/analyst at the Naval Training Systems Center and studying part-time for a master’s degree in the evenings at the University of West Florida. 547 more words
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During the summer of my junior year, I was a participant in NIAHD (National Institute of American History & Democracy) program. (“Class” of 2014 alumni here!) Being able to be on the campus of the College of William & Mary, being able to literally walk into Colonial Williamsburg, meeting fellow students who were as passionate and interested in American history, and learning from some amazing teachers – it was an amazing experience. 244 more words
Another mass shooting. Another set of thoughts and prayers. Another round of arguments for/against.
There was this one time when I received a call from the lunch lady at my kids’ school. 644 more words