My nemesis and incessant companion is an elderly overweight beagle named Otis.  My sons and I rescued Otis from a nearby shelter; he was a two-time loser, having been leftContinue readingLive like Otis

In honor of what would have been my father’s 96th birthday and transgender awareness week. … Continue readingNice Legs

There was an afternoon maybe 6 months after the birth of my second child.  The baby was secured in a little bouncy seat, my 2 year old playing in theContinue readingThe Day Tipper Gore Saved my Life