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My name is Brady Golden. I don't know how to say it more clearly than that.
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Re-Annotator
My story “Annotations,” originally available as an audio-thingy on the podcast Pseudopod, can now be read with your eyeballs over at Darker, where it’s this month’s featured story. Even if you’ve already listened to this particular story, I recommend reading it yourself. Cast off the chains of another reader’s choices of inflections and speech patterns. Try it with a lisp! A southern accent! As Maggie Smith in Downton Abbey!
Year One
The baby turned one recently. We celebrated at a park with friends and family.

(photo by Skylar Suorez)
I’ve been wracking my brain for lessons that I’ve learned about family, parenting, children, or really anything since her birth, but fatherhood hasn’t been the catalyst for wisdom that I expected. Things move too quickly. She ages so much from one week to the next that any insight I might ever gain about her personality will already be outdated and simplistic by the time I commit it to writing. I’m playing a perpetual game of catch-up. The development of her sense of the world and herself has moved at a rocket’s pace since the day she was born. All I want to be is there to assist when needed, and I have to run full-bore for even that.
It’s okay. I could use the exercise.
The streets of where I’m from.
On my way to the bus stop yesterday afternoon, I found myself walking ten feet ahead of two men having a conversation about their belief that all women in offices are “really intense and, like, angry all the time.” I wondered if these guys realized that they were in public, that there were other people on the street and that we could all hear the stupid, offensive things they were saying. Then I noticed that I was walking about a half-block behind another man who was wearing a visor and absolutely nothing else.



