Author: Dad

I would love to delete the following post and move on, but I although I have the right to be silent, I lack the ability. Here is the unedited content…

I had a name. Sometimes it was on my collar, sometimes embedded in a microchip, but more often than not, any reference to my identity has been removed; not to…

Dad here; its been two weeks since the accident, and span seems like an eternity for someone who desperately needs to be figuring out what comes next, but the revolving…

Psst! Hey, Claire! Whassup, Ajax? Mom's gone! Alex called, seems to have locked herself out of her apartment getting ready for work, and mom took off over there with her…

The final installment in the Saga The road to recovery from an Achilles tendon rupture is a long one, over eight months in a cast or boot of some sort.…

Have you ever noticed that your times of most acute loneliness are often in the company of people that you know very well? Or even worse, in a social setting…

Dad here; as most of you now know, I had an unplanned motorcycle dismount on our last trip to New Mexico, resulting in a dislocated ankle and broken fibula. "Fibula"…