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 ...
For the three or so people who may have turned to this page last week specifically to read this column and wondered (hoped?) if perhaps I’d quit or gotten fired, the answer is no — I was simply away on vacation. Just a few days ago, I returned from a 10-day stint in Greece, ...
For a lady with no social life, I have a wide array of friends. There are my baking friends and my makeover friends. My tattoo artist friends and my forensics expert friends. My flea market-flipping friends and my politician friends. My friends who debunk Scientology and the ones who ...
As you may recall from a couple weeks ago, I’m deep in the middle of weight-loss hell. A full month of ingesting what feels like next to nothing, pretending as though various forms of plant life pass as satisfying snacks. Tomatoes instead of crackers, salads minus croutons, ...
Katie McDowell I am so hungry. Normally, I wouldn’t begin a column — or any piece of writing, really — by simply logging on and typing my current state. But I’m on deadline, and I just had a cup of blueberries for lunch — my whole lunch — so it’s pretty much all I can ...
It’s no secret that I love murder shows and horror movies. Ever since I was old enough to appreciate a good story, I’ve been drawn to the drama of human suffering. Sad documentaries, slasher films, true crime podcasts, books with a dead body in chapter 1 — whatever the ...