Hair Cuts and Embarrassing High School Photographs
Whoa, y’all. I just looked back and realized that with the exception of one satire piece, everything I’ve written recently has been sort of heavy. Depression, dead cat, OCD, and so on.
Life
Saying Goodbye to Squirt
Zach and I made the decision on Monday that it was time to let Squirt go. Everyone kept saying that I would just know, as though Squirt look at me with his big blue eyes and silently communicate his desire to leave whatever pain he was in behind.
My Cat is Dying
My SEO monitor is going to bitch at me for such a short title. But really, what more is there to say?
Even Dead Snakes Want to Look Pretty Sometimes
Spring has arrived in North Carolina. I’m aware it’s only February. I know that we could still get some vicious cold snaps in the next month. I don’t care. Spring is here.
There’s Only One Option: I’m Going to Have to Burn My House Down
I no longer know when one illness begins and another ends. In the last month I had a cold, Zach, Rowan, and I have all had a stomach bug, Lorelei had a high fever, both kids got pink eye, Rowan had an ear infection, Rowan got another stomach bug, Zach got pink eye, Lorelei threw up, and this morning Zach and I both woke up with sore throats.
One Year Later – State of the Blog Address
Like 2015, 2016 has been a Jekyll and Hyde sort of year. Last year it was the dichotomy between Rowan’s birth and Rowan’s existence. Something that made my life so much more difficult and scary also filled it up in amazing ways.
At Least There Are No Rabid Donkeys Eating My Toes?
You may remember my general distaste for scales. Not the weighing type, but the type healthcare providers are always trying to use to measure subjective issues. Pain scales. Anxiety scales. That sort of thing.