Why am I late? Because my dog is 10 years old. He’s arthritic and has special needs ranging from asthma to hypoglycemia. He has good days, bad days, and in-between days. He rarely has great days when he feels like playing. So, when he does have those unusual great days,

Rarely do I carry cash. It is just inconvenient. However, a few weeks before Christmas someone gifted me with a wonderful and crisp one-hundred-dollar bill. I was grateful. To say that I am frugal is an understatement. I grew up learning to save money. I don’t need a lot of

I hate makeup. There I said it. Sure, I put it on and I think I clean up pretty good, but I really hate doing it. Some women love it and that’s great. I wish I did but I don’t. I hate paying for it. I hate applying it. I

There are little things that just annoy me. I am, after all, human. Though I am encouraged to walk in the Spirit, I still battle with the flesh. Today, the flesh got the better of me because something simple really burnt my biscuit! For clarification, in case you were not

Isn’t it just like me to stare at my vegan hotdog with disgust? Not because it is vegan. I am pescatarian (basically a vegetarian except that I occasionally eat fish). You would think that I would be grateful for the variety of options now available to me but, no. Instead

I stare into the backseat of my car, curious as to how my dog, Oscar, is going to respond to this new adventure! In nearly 10 years, although a rescue, Oscar has demonstrated zero fear in response to anything. I sit straight up in my bed alarmed on the Fourth