There are a lot of things you can do to understand yourself better: from getting your head shrunk by a quack, to writing dumb, rambling blog entries. I have done both in my life - sometimes to a nauseating degree. A more unconventional method, however, is the act of fostering dogs. Rarely have I had…Read more On Hank, Dodger, Sadie and My Contradictory First Year of Fostering
Nonfiction
Dodger
When Dodger arrived at our tiny apartment the first thing he did was bound into my arms. His angular face was marked by two blazing eyes, striking even amidst his impressive, tri-colored coat. He was panting heavily as he greeted me, his long tongue flopping crazily out of his mouth. Not knowing much about him,…Read more Dodger
Stanchions
When I was 18 years old I moved to Chicago for college. Naive and impetuous I gave the decision little consideration. There was no deep ruminating, no incessant deliberating - simply put: no "pros and cons" lists were drawn up. In a way this was good. My lack of foresight gave me the requisite gumption…Read more Stanchions
Adam Mohrbacher 