"for we do not wrestle against flesh and blood... "

Buzz…. Buzz…. Buzz.. I answered the phone. Chelsea’s voice, filled with betrayal, bellowed out, “Ruger just bit Naomi in the face!” “What?!” I replied. Naomi was screaming hysterically in the background....

We continued to take him on walks with us after Naomi was born and did our best to keep him occupied, but it was not ideal. Just before Naomi was seven...

The first steps into the wild were weighed down with backpacks. I cinched Ruger’s pack down on his back as Chelsea and I prepared to step onto the trail. We headed...