A Koi very similiar to the one which threw itself out of the pond after a very strenuous tweet As I tweeted my way through the week, resucitated my “Koi” fish who had jumped out of the pond early one morning (and no I didn’t give it mouth to mouth, but yes it took me an hour and a half to save its slippery butt) and completed many of the mundane things of life, I contemplated how little we know about why Koi attempt suicide, whales beach themselves and why parents have teenagers (they were
Why Charlie in a Halloween costume? Because I failed to get a picture of Charlie with a cat. My son and daughter-in-law's cats try to eat Cabbage Patch Kids, so I'm not even sure it's wise. I don't have any particular pictures for this blog, so they'll be random choices. I've really enjoyed reading through everyone's lovely stories about cats and kittens. Someone said that they were surprised that I'd never had a cat, as I wrote about them well. Thanks for that. :) I have been around cats, of
Back in days of yore, when the economy was decent and I had time to post online, sometimes more than once a day, even before I was your online source for all cute kittens because Cute Overload, 'Splode From Cute, and LOLCATS had not yet been invented, I happened across the Diaryland diary of a woman who was about to undergo a double mastectomy. The post I read was a list of uses for your old bras once you don't have boobs anymore. I don't remember every suggestion on the list, but when I re
Please welcome guest blogger, prolific novelist, and TLC commenter extraordinaire Laurie Moore HELLO, KITTY Take it from me—a feeding syringe is not the answer if your cat takes the Mahatma Gandhi approach to food. My ancient blue point Siamese rescue kitty, Ling, has been refusing to eat. The kitchen looks like I shot Silly String all over it, Ling is now known throughout the house as “Dammit Ling,” and my honorary certificate from Little Miss Debutante is in danger of being recalled.
My first book was accepted for publication on my first try. Or was it? It was definitely my first submission, but I’m not sure the end result was my first book. Home Run was my primary effort at fiction-other-than-roadshows. It was a story about conversion and spring training in the Cactus League – two things I figured I knew quite a bit about. Since I had three teenage sons and taught sixteen-year-olds in Sunday School, I wrote it with them in mind. I mailed it to Utah in a moment when I
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