Author: Ron Stempkowski
Camping Out in the Past (just a little)
During Kallie’s recuperation, her physical freedom has to be limited to ensure she doesn’t injure her newly post-op knees. Crating her is preferred, but my girl never appreciated being cra... Read More
A Xanax Diary, Indeed
My life lately–more than usual–is very dog-centric. Kallie had surgery on both knees on June 26 to alleviate stress on her tearing crutiate ligaments. It’s a serious procedure, but o... Read More
"Emotional Muscle" Memory
It feels like I’m standing on the edge of a great precipice. And I’ve stood here before. As I mentioned in a previous blog, my pup Kallie Kismet is scheduled for knee surgery tomorrow. (Co... Read More
The Unflattering History of Sports (and me)
My first attempt at sports left a bad taste in my mouth. The briny taste of tears, in fact. I was five or six and was “encouraged” to sign up for little league baseball like all the other ... Read More
A Blog about a Dog (or two)
A late birthday gift–of sorts–last year, I brought Kalpurnia “Kallie” Kismet Derson Stempkowski home one year ago today. She changed everything, and I can hardly remember (exce... Read More
…And Many More
Yesterday I turned 45. It’s my third birthday since Ken died, and it’s also a date that will forever fall two weeks after the profound date of his death. The dates have been so emotionally... Read More
Trick or Treat
June 1 will always be a mixed bag for me. Like a bully looming at the edge of the playground of my month, I know I have to take the path that leads in his direction and somehow face him. May was drain... Read More
Trudging through the Melancholy of May
I had the coolest dream last night. I was part of an elite espionage team on some kind of dangerous mission to stop some bad guy from doing something…well…bad. Unfortunately, our team of a... Read More