Voice Notes: Musings in the Backyard

Anything you want to be

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I write letters to my newborn son, Myles, sharing my journey as a first-time dad and spreading the love I didn't experience myself. If you’ve been here before — thank you for coming back. If you’re new here, below are some good places to start:

• My most recent letter to him was How do Single Parents Poop in Peace?

• 10 Things I Love about Your Mother

• Balm for Wounds: Apologizing in Advance

• Tell them Where You’re From

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Week 57

Dear Myles,

Sometimes I don’t have time to write, so I press record on my phone and just ramble while holding you. I hope voice notes like this is something you’ll appreciate when you’re older. This one was recorded early in the morning while we were sitting on the deck.

Transcript below:

I grew up in the city. In a small apartment. Where we could not make too much noise, or the people would let us know with their brooms, we were inconveniencing them. 

Play was silent. Perhaps this is the reason why I still walk on my toes. I don’t want to be an inconvenience, I guess, still.

There are things that the mind had to bury, but they begin to uncover when you have a son.

Like I grew up in the city, surrounded by concrete. But here I am, holding you in the backyard, in the midst of trees, some I have never seen before—acorns and bamboo.

I’ve never seen so many weeds, so many plants; it almost feels disrespectful to uproot them. 

It’s weird having so much space. No one to tap their broom on the ceiling to let you know that you are making too much noise. 

You scream in the distance – you can even hear an echo. 

Back in Brooklyn, you scream too loud, you'd be greeted by… let’s just say some colorful words. 

I don’t know what kind of kid you are going to be, you know.

You have so much space, so much love, two parents making it all work.

[Parents] who have the capacity to love, to provide, to think, to write, to create.

Who will you be?

Who do you think you want to be? 

What you wanna be?

You can be anything you want to beeeee 

Anything you want to be

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I love you and there’s nothing you can do about it.

Love,

Daddy

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I’ve teamed up with some great people to host a writing group called

Locked In

- a weekly virtual writing session for Black, Indigenous, & Writers of Color and writers of the global majority. We write together every Friday at 9:00AM ET. If you’re looking for some community around writing, please tap in.

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Celebrating Black Writers

I built a virtual and interactive library to celebrate writers who have inspired me in writing to Myles every week. This is me giving them their flowers. Feel free to click around!

Recently I added

Ason Magnetic

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Zi Corley

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Cole Henderson

Jamal Robinson

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Tobi

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Giselle La Pompe-Moore

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GG Renee Hill

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Mariah Maddox

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Favour Nwagu

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Want more of Myles’ Letters?

• Three Months After I Met your Mother

• Last week you met your Grandfather

• Read about My Wife’s Love Affair - It’s exactly what you don’t think

• Have you ever been Cooking in the Bathroom kind of tired?

• Check out Carrying the Gift, Holding the Love

• Read about Our first Father’s Day.