Last week, I made a joke about the fate of our chocolate Labrador, saying that he was at a farm someplace where I couldn’t visit, instead of just saying that he was probably buried in the ground somewhere near a vet’s office in the NC Piedmont’s. I thought maybe I would take some flack for… Continue reading Lost in translation

I bought Bradford at the beginning of the summer between my junior and senior years of college. I had intended to wait until August to make the purchase, but a lady with the church I  was interning at offered me a good deal on the dog I wanted, and so I couldn’t say no.  If… Continue reading The Dog Days are Over *1*

Before Oliver was born, people told me that the transition from two kids to one was as dramatic, if not more so, than the transition from zero to one. At the time, I found this hard to believe, as Avonlea’s birth marked a pretty significant transition in our lives. Now that Oliver’s here though, well…… Continue reading Gamechangers

I was going to write something more lighthearted this week. I keep a little log of various ideas for blog posts, and each week I spend a significant amount of time trying to piece my thoughts together before I sit down to actually write each post. I usually have three or four ideas running, and… Continue reading Complacent