Hello, my (five) loyal readers! The location of my blog has moved. Now public, some entries will be password protected depending on the to...

I love Harlow, but sometimes she can be an asshole. A few weeks back I met with a trainer who opened my eyes to something - Harlow's d...

I'm taking another art class at the Cambridge Center for the Arts on Brattle Street. This class is a pen and watercolor class, so I'...

I don't know that marches and rallies help, I don't know that making calls to representatives in other states makes a difference, I ...

Harlow went missing Friday night. Shannon and I were relaxing on my couch for a time when she asked "Where's Harlow?" I di...

The stars aligned for Shannon and I when we got up at an unspeakably early hour Saturday morning, January 21 to get our cab to Logan. With b...