My earliest memory

It’s difficult to separate my actual memories from my memories of old photographs. It’s why people take pictures in the first place. Many of the images of my early childhood are captured on slides rather than prints, and the slides are in carousels at my parents’ house, packed away in closets, unseen in 30 or … Continue reading My earliest memory →

Boys and dogs

For the last several years, our boys – particularly our oldest – have been pleading for us to get a dog. My reply has always been, “We have a dog. Her name is Pasha.” This is only partially true. There is a dog named Pasha that lives next door to us. She is friendly and … Continue reading Boys and dogs →