I never birthed a child. My stepson came to me at the delightful age of potty-trained, able to feed himself, and with the capability to use words to ask for things. This pleased me. I never owned a puppy. Iona …
Tag: happiness
You can call me Oy.
I am obviously not the first dog in this rodeo. I am not even the first corgi. These people seem to get me. They also seem to get me confused with the thing they call the Max. And then there …
Why my happiness may matter to you (part 1)
There it is. It happens before you have a chance to think about it, to process it, to understand. You react without intention. But there it is. Sliding across your social feed is another smiling face, a giddy memory, a bright flash of someone …
Go On With Your Bad Self
I slept in this morning. I did not go to the gym. My lipstick is too bright and I like it. My dress is too short and that is good. My husband adores me. My hair is straight. Sometimes it …
