It has become increasingly obvious to me lately that my passions and my lifestyle do not exactly — how should I put it? —mesh. In fact, they seem to be diametrically opposed. On all sorts of mildly ridiculous levels. Take, as one of the more obvious examples, my obsession with ...
Well, we did it, folks. We made it through 2019. It is now, as crazy as it feels to even type it, officially 2020. As for many people, this past year wasn’t an easy one for me. Seeing my boy Pops struggle through his illness and saying goodbye to him in November has been one ...
In my previous column, I closed by saying “thank you” to a number of people who helped me navigate my grief through the illness and passing of my beloved dog, Pops. This week I’d like to begin the same way, and tell everyone who so thoughtfully emailed, wrote letters and ...
Usually, when I sit down to write one of these, I have a vague idea of how it will go. This is not one of those days. As some of you may have noticed, my column has been absent for a number of weeks. Thanksgiving came and went, without my annual list of things I’m grateful ...
I’d like to start out this week by thanking those who went out of their way to reach out to me regarding my sick dog, Pops, and to send him well wishes. I have passed all of your kind words and healing vibes along to him, and although the tumors make it ouchy for him to talk these days, ...
Katie McDowell Back in February, I wrote about having a party for my senior rescue dog, Pops, to celebrate his being with us for a year. Now, we are marking our good fortune by the days. Because, for whatever reason, despite his being the sweetest soul on this Earth, the universe ...