I go to the office once a week and that’s pretty much it for me as far as socializing goes these days. It’s truly impossible with the limited time and significant distance between me and, well, everyone I know. We live way out there, which is awesome, but it does limit my stop-at-the-bar-for-a-drink meetings and mid-day baby showers.Continue reading “Do I Smell Like a Dog? Day 318.”
*I write for Roger. Click HERE to read more.
In case you never clicked, here’s the story I wrote that was published in a rescue magazine called PawPrints. Click HERE to read more about it.Continue reading “Not a Repost, but a Repost. Day 213.”
Dating has been the recent topic of conversation in some of my friend circles (not me, them), so it makes me think. It still horrifies me to even imagine meeting someone out in public or even chatting with a person via text or phone call. Instead of giving myself unnecessary anxiety, I try to have fun with the thought and imagine how I would write my dating profile bio.Continue reading “Must Love Chaos. Day 145.”
“Let me see that tiny one,” I said. The small black puppies were in the back of a rusty farm pickup truck, parked at the exit of our local flea market in Jacksonville, NC with a sign that read Free Puppies. I picked her up and held her silky little body to the side of my neck. I had no intentions of taking her home until someone else showed interest. She was the size of a can of Campbells soup.Continue reading “Day Twenty-Four”