Tweet Two words. Two words that dont mean much to most people. But today, they meant the world to me. When I was about eight years old, my dad brought home a TRS-80 (If you wanna get super geeky, it did have a 5.25″ floppy drive, which was a 40-track double density drive so it [...]
Tweet Its Fathers Day. For the rest of the year, I tend to not dwell on that fact that I have a biological father and an adoptive father, but today, I always take a bit of time to dwell. When I was about a year-and-a-half old, my parents got divorced, and my mom moved from [...]
Tweet Thats right, I have two fathers. Well, a father and a dad. My biological father, Robbie, and my mother, Dafna, were divorced when I was about a year and a half old. My mother soon left Colorado, intent on moving to Oregon. She stopped in California to visit some friends, and never left. My [...]