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5.5.24 (Lightning Hornet Series)
Not even 24 hours later, I am reminded why I coach. We played against a horrible coach yesterday. A small man. Both in stature and in character. A man who had to make up for his fears and insecurities through his team of kids. And like small men often do, he brought along three assistant coaches with him. He covered his weakness and…
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5.4.24 (Lightning Hornet Series)
I coach my son’s flag football team. I love football. My son loves football. My wife loves football. We are a football family. I never played football as a kid. I had an arm, but my parents loved baseball, so when I showed I could pitch, that was it. Now, prior to coaching a football game I get highly anxious – imposter syndrome. Parents and…
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5.1.24 (Lightning Hornet Series)
There has been something I’ve not handled well for a while now. It needs addressing. My wife is at a point in her life where she is perimenopausal. My son is in the throes of puberty, seventh grade hell. And I feel I cannot make either of them happy. There are days, there are times, where I feel nothing I do is right, nothing I do can help, there are days…
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4.19.24 (Lightning Hornet Series)
It’s been too long. A number of emotion-sparking events have happened, and I did not process them. I reverted to repressing them. Old habits die hard; I guess. But now things have reached a boiling point. If I don’t bleed it out onto the page, I will self-destruct. I don’t think I will like what comes out. I feel shame and guilt for feeling the way I do about this last week’s sequence of…
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2.16.24 (Lightning Hornet Series)
My son is growing up and growing older. He is becoming more independent. He heads out now, hanging with his friends, riding scooters around neighborhoods. Crossing busy streets, going to Starbucks and the grocery store. All fantastic things. All wonderful parts of growing up. Being social; having positive interpersonal interactions, having friends, growing in his independence. But my damn, stupid head. I sit here, journaling, trying…
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2.3.24 (Lightning Hornet Series)
I did not wish to travel in a bad snowstorm to an optional social function; leaving my twelve-year-old son home alone for an evening. I had to ‘gear up’ to text my group of friends we were supposed to meet in order to prepare for the backlash I expected would come from canceling – even with just cause – due to the…
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Lightning Hornets
Prologue By Parker Watson Lightning Hornet noun Dedication: To my wife and son. You two are my world. To my therapist. Thank you for saving my world. Copyright Pending All works within the Lightning Hornet series are pending copyright as of 4.20.26 under the pseudonym of Parker Watson