Jack was our chihuahua rat-terrier. He was so old his back arched like a question mark. He was blind and almost entirely deaf. We didn’t want to put him to sleep, because despite all of that, he was a walking … Continue reading
Jack, Jack Kerouac
Category Archives: My Dogs
Dear Home Owners
We will be moving soon. Moving is never fun. It pretty much always sucks. And, leaving this house will be difficult. But, it must be done. I wish someone had left me a letter regarding the in’s and out’s of … Continue reading
Shedding the Mask of Anxiety
Since my last post, I’ve been working hard to curb my anxiety. The work has paid off, and I feel so much more like myself again. It’s amazing. These positive feelings of clarity and opportunity without fear are a much … Continue reading
Trials, Tribulations, and Triumphs
It’s been a while since I’ve written here. I apologize for the gaps in my posts. Writing all day at work doesn’t make it easy to come home and write anything…at all. But, here I am, catching up.(Grammar be damned). … Continue reading
A Home with Opposable Thumbs
I’ve always been one of those people who don’t go unnoticed—like it or not—because I’m constantly making my presence known to the people around me. And, I don’t mean that I’m particularly interesting, or fun, or even all that great … Continue reading
The Dog Days
Sometimes things in life just don’t work out they way I want them to…things like meetings and interviews and outfits and projects and timing and bills and bank accounts and coffee with white shirts and lunches and the weather. Those … Continue reading
Thursday’s List of Wonderful Bullshit
For some one who lives each day with generalized anxiety, panic disorder, and agoraphobia, life almost never gives me a good reason to have anxiety, panic, or the fear of large crowds. I have spent the past few decades trying … Continue reading
Goodbye is Never Forever
We recently had to say goodbye to our 12-year-old Miniature Pinscher on May 8, 2015. It was a very difficult decision to make, but we were slightly relieved once we finally came to terms with it. Everyday is a struggle—not just … Continue reading
