“The Quarterback Shoved My Little Sister — He Didn’t Know Her Brother Had Just Returned From a Black Ops Deployment”

as I threw my duffel bag into the taxi that would take me to the airport, then to basic training, then to places I couldn’t tell her about. I missed her growing up. I missed the braces coming off. I missed her first day of high school, her first school dance, her driver’s permit test. Four years of her life compressed into occasional emails with terrible continue reading …