Author Archives: D.Jeinkins

About D.Jeinkins

a married father of two boys, trying in desparation to preserve his sanity

My Village

It’s not looking well. Words I hate to hear, especially coming from my father. This is a man who, given the option to sugar coat things, presents difficult information as a loving and tough fact. Since hearing these words a … Continue reading

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While the Turkey Cooks

Thanksgiving never started out as my favorite holiday. A traditionalist as a child, I worshiped Christmas, and fervently argued with my brother about who got to open the advent calendar counting down the days. Somewhere along the way though, This … Continue reading

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Lost and Found

Once I saw the older one sauntering down the hill from school in the rain, my parent alarm started to flash. ‘Dude, where is your coat?’ ‘Uhhh, I think I left it on the field.’ ‘Seriously? come on bud, it’s … Continue reading

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To Conquer

“Ease the string back…” “I know…” “…keep your stance open…” “Dad. I know.” I watch as my oldest squints an eye and lets an arrow fly the full 25 or so feet towards our makeshift cardboard target. It was the … Continue reading

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Finding the Balance

“Look, I just don’t see what your problem is?” My then girlfriend and I were having a major row about our future. I was 26, just getting rolling in a brand new job in the world of retail, and pleased … Continue reading

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Reincarnoliosis

Dad, when is Arnie going to become a dog? The question was odd coming from his perch on my shoulders. I was slogging him up Apple hill. (It is a back trail by the house that leads 200 yards straight … Continue reading

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Small Thumbs

As I strained to turn over the large square patch of sod, the younger one eagerly started to smack it with his child-sized hoe as if it were a piñata. The dirt that crumbled off the back of it, managed … Continue reading

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