At the age of ten, I devised the crime that would be the crowning glory of my squalid and disreputable career as a child. The victim, as usual, was to be my long-suffering grandmother — my Nani.
Nani weighed in at about 90 pounds on a good day and age had diminished her…
The story of Dax
Today I wrote a letter to a company that sells dog gear asking if they’d consider making my dog an…
As of this afternoon, my son’s dog is no longer with us. This post is meant to help me process…
