Katie Long McDowell My dog Tulip will eat anything. And I really do mean anything. The fuzz Moo pulls out of his toys, leaves and sticks, dirty napkins, you name it. Nothing is off limits. This makes walking her a veritable minefield — every bit of rotten food, all manner of ...
Katie Long McDowell What is it about the female species that whenever life doesn’t feel quite right, our first inclination is, “Maybe I should get bangs?” I posed this question on social media and to my friends recently after finding myself browsing page after Google Images page ...
Last night I lay awake nearly until dawn, a very real pit bull snoring in my ear, a metaphorical hornet’s nest in my head. It was just one of those times — when, no matter how hard you might try to force it to quiet down, your brain doesn’t want to stop buzzing. You know the ...
Because I write and I love horror movies, people often ask if I’ve ever considered penning a screenplay. My friend Matt — who has worked on a few scary films himself in the past — pokes me about it incessantly, in fact. But although I’m a fan, it’s never really occurred to me ...
If you’ve been to Costa Rica, you know they have a particular national slogan. The two words are everywhere — on menus, on signs, on the lips of nearly everyone you meet. Costa Ricans use the phrase constantly, to mean anything from “thank you,” to “hello,” to “no ...
As the rest of the world — the holiday-celebrating portion of it, anyway — busily works to scratch names and tasks off their lists, I’m winding down from one of my fondest Christmases in memory. While it was early, it was wonderful, full of family and thoughtful presents and (far ...