So there I stood. Herded into a small, claustrophobic glass and metal box, arms held over my head in abject submission, surrounded by uniformed guards, while...
Well… I suppose it had to happen eventually. As I mentioned in my last post on the topic, our son Dashiell started walking. This is great,...
It’s been a good long while since I last posted about our son, Dashiell. Partly, this is because around the first of the year I took...