Author: Backpacking Dad

I’ve finally managed to get myself back to the fencing salle. Oh. Did I never mention that I fence? Not well. But better Tuesday than I did last week. And better last week than over the summer (which was not at all, which equals ‘horribly’). I tried, and failed to qualify for the summer nationals…

I tell people that I spent my "formative years" living on a reservation along the St. Lawrence River, where Ontario, Quebec, and New York meet in an insane patchwork of jurisdictions. This is not a lie. But it’s not quite the truth either. I didn’t spend time there, as one might spend money, exchanging it…

"You can just take this and hide it in your pocket." That is what the pediatric urgent care doctor, whose last name is an ironic synonym for "courageous", told me as she slipped me a card with the name of an over-the-counter remedy for yeast infections written on it. Erin had been complaining for a…