I was sitting on my kitchen floor just yesterday, trying to finish a little leaf-art collage for my niece, when Barnaby—my sweet, clumsy Golden Retriever—decided [Read More…]
I was sitting on the porch this morning, trying to finish a little leaf-collage of a Golden Retriever, when I realized my mind was drifting [Read More…]
I still remember the chaotic afternoon on my parents’ farm when I tried to introduce a spunky new kitten to our resident senior cat, Barnaby. [Read More…]
I was sitting on the porch last Tuesday, staring at a half-finished mosaic I’d started using river stones and autumn leaves, feeling that heavy, hollow [Read More…]
I remember sitting on the porch of my parents’ rescue sanctuary last autumn, watching a tiny, shivering kitten—whom I’d affectionately named Dr. Dolittle—try to navigate [Read More…]
The sun hadn’t even peeked over the barn roof this morning when I found myself standing in the mud, rhythmically scooping grain into heavy metal [Read More…]
The sun was just beginning to dip behind the old oak trees on the farm, casting those long, honey-colored shadows that always make my heart [Read More…]
I was sitting on the porch this morning, watching a particularly stubborn golden retriever try to figure out how to catch his own tail, when [Read More…]
I remember sitting on the floor of the clinic last spring, surrounded by the scent of antiseptic and the rhythmic, frantic scratching of a nervous [Read More…]
I remember moving into my first tiny apartment after vet tech school, staring at those sterile, eggshell-white walls and feeling like I was living in [Read More…]
