On Being Simply True

Part 1 of this post is below, so you can scroll past this one and skim that if you like, or just let me recap for you: My great-grandmother,...

  My great-grandmother, Bertha Gifford As I write this, a package is making its way to my address via the United States Postal Service. I ca...

In all the sadness around Purrl’s passing, I haven’t really felt much like writing. Slowly, I’m coming back to my words, tamping down the em...

I named her Purrl because her color reminded me of a gray pearl. What a cat face, though, huh? So beautiful. And, as a kitten, she was the p...

    Last Sunday, I needed to get out, to get away from everything demanding my attention at the house (except the furries; they never demand...

  I didn’t want to let January slip by without acknowledging that special “Gotcha Day” for Sgt. Thomas Tibbs. When I adopted him, my vet sai...

  This blog post is about a television show, but it is also about suicide, so if you’re triggered in any way by that content, please feel fr...