The other morning, while I was out in the garden arranging some flat river stones into the shape of a sleeping tabby, I found myself [Read More…]
I was sitting out on the porch yesterday, trying to arrange some dried maple leaves into the shape of a sleeping tabby, when a stray [Read More…]
I remember standing in the middle of a bustling downtown plaza last autumn, clutching a lukewarm latte and feeling more isolated than a single lamb [Read More…]
I was standing in the middle of my sunroom yesterday, staring at a patchy, streaky mess of sage green, feeling exactly like I did when [Read More…]
I still remember the first time I stepped out of my parents’ quiet, rolling pastures and into the frantic, neon-lit pulse of the city. I [Read More…]
I was sitting out on the porch this morning, watching little Barnaby—a scruffy tabby I’ve named after the legendary Dr. Budge—try to hunt a particularly [Read More…]
I was sitting on my porch yesterday, watching a little tabby I’ve named Louis Pasteur (he’s quite the distinguished fellow, despite his penchant for chasing [Read More…]
I was sitting on my porch the other evening, trying to finish a little leaf-mosaic of a tabby I’ve named Louis Pasteur, when I realized [Read More…]
I was sitting on the porch this morning, watching a particularly stubborn tabby I’ve named Louis Pasteur try to navigate a pile of fallen maple [Read More…]
I remember moving into my first little apartment after vet tech school, thinking I could make magic happen with a few trendy catalog photos. Instead, [Read More…]
