My favorite bedroom chair is the one that lets me sit with Helen close enough to reach. She’s in her bed to my right...

Three is not just one more than two. And four is definitely not just one more than three. I know, I know, but hear...

Last week, I was scrolling through the photos on my phone when I stumbled across a video from eleven years ago. A senior Harley...

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...