sunday morning prior to the rooster’s cock-a-doodle, the hunkiest and i were riding shotgun down the 101 highway for our annual thanksgiving trek up north. my favorite vacation ever, a tradition that goes back to my years in the single digits, our thanksgiving...
hmm, “whiskers on kittens” are definitely cute, but i start to sneeze after 30 seconds holding a tiny, wily feline. in fact, my nose is starting itch just with the thought of those little, mewing scamper-butts crawling ’round my wrists and ankles. ...
spring has arrived. at least in my world. yesterday, after a dour winter and fall, where hearts hung heavier than normal, i awoke with a lightness and levity i hadn’t felt in years. although my wakeup call, circa 2:17am, involved the sound of jones, aka sweet...
