Baby Boy

Chris called at 4:26. He was out of breath. “Sorry, man. I’m on my bike.” “Jen just called. I think she just had the baby.” Gasp. “Alone. With Ethan. Be on standby. And find mom.” Click. I called my mother, left a message, then did the digital equivalent of pacing around the office. By five…

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The Ol’ Philly Tri

“If you think you’re in the top ten percent of swimmers,” the race director said, “Start in the first wave.” I didn’t. But I did. The swim start was brutal: bodies on bodies, limbs flyin’, knees to the back of the head. The pack thinned slowly, as the fluorescent buoys inched closer, leaving me in…

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