I was born on a Friday in the blaze of an Arizona summer afternoon. 60 years later, it’s the wee hours of a Tuesday morning in the chilly travail of winter. Today is Isaac’s birthday. Not mine. Isaac Steven. Alexis is my hero. She is great with Isaac. Aaron is my hero, too. He is great with Alexis. Aaron was 19 years-old when he met Alexis, then 18. He had never been … [Read more...]