One of the lesser-known challenges faced by animal welfare organizations is what to do with wolf dogs (or, as we referred to them, wolf hybrids). Read More No, You Can’t Have a Wolfdog
The other day my daughter shared some letters she had written to each member of her family, including one to her birth mother, who is dead, and one to me. The letter to me was heartfelt and said how much she loved me. The letter to her birth mother, which she wanted me to read, said that my daughter would always love her birth mother the most. I told her it was OK that her birth mother has first place in her heart, and that she wasn’t hurting my feelings. I wasn’t lying. Read More Their Favorite Mom
I’ve been watching Gilmore Girls: A Year in the Life. I’ve laughed, cried, felt my heart soar and ache, and wondered how it is that fiction can be so deeply touching. I keep coming back to something Emily Gilmore says; I wonder how this character, this fiction, has struck me so thoroughly in the heart. She says that, since Richard’s death, she can’t remember which side of the bed is hers. Read More Caregiving: It’s Beginning to Look a Lot like Christmas
My fellow Americans, we have some very important decisions to make tomorrow. Beyond choosing (with the assistance, or not, of the electoral college) who’ll be sitting in the big chair, there are thousands of other races across our great nation which have the potential to affect us, and our friends and neighbors, and the friends and neighbors we haven’t met yet, for generations to come. Read More Decisions Are Made By Those Who Show Up
We’re almost there, poodles. Deep breath. Chin up. America’s year-long fest to light our own farts is almost over. Lets do this debate liveblog thing one last time. For unicorns. For peace. For America herself.
Here we are again, dear readers. We’re a month out from the election, and if there’s anyone out there who still has faith in humanity, please pitch us.
We’re accepting drinking game suggestions on Twitter and in the comments all through the debate. Mostly, we’re just looking for justification from our peers.
Let’s watch the debate, shall we? Gawker’s dead, there’s a Chiapet running for President, it’s time for Persephone to start raising a little hades.