September is the cruelest month. Its position on the calendar sets the expectation for change: school instead of lazy summer days, jeans and a...

I’ve been reflecting a lot about self-care and caregiving this week. With Helen aging (she turns 15 on July 4!) and advancing arthritis in...

Half Moon is barking (again). His barks once conveyed lively commentary on our daily adventures, a way of expressing his opinions on the goings-on...

When I watch Half Moon in his wheelchair, I see a master navigator. He’s not just a good driver; he’s exceptional. We call him...

I just wanted to finish the email, but the barking wouldn’t stop. That shrill yipping morphed into a spear that pierced my left eardrum...

I love driving up the mountain with Helen. Occasionally, we’ll make the sojourn just the two of us, leaving the boys at home to...

Sinewy is a tasty word. The shape of the letters, the way it slides off the tongue. It sounds like a tree root reaching...

Half Moon has always been a vocal guy. His grunts, chirps, gurgles, inquisitive warbles, and squeaks engage Kathy and me in conversations we never...

Many years ago, I read a business book called The Opposable Mind about the human brain’s ability to “hold two conflicting ideas in constructive...

Helen follows me wherever I go. Getting up from my desk at work to get a drink? She’s right behind me, her cold, wet...