Well readers, as I briefly mentioned two weeks ago, I took a Memoir Writing class online this past Fall through the Creative Nonfiction Foundation. I heard about this organization back in 2016 from the Classifieds section of Poets and Writers Magazine. I don’t actually subscribe to this magazine, but it is available for free toContinueContinue reading “The Song in My Heart: Reflecting back on my Memoir Writing Class”
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Aslan Speaks For Himself
Hi! It’s Aslan here. Mom said she thought I should get the opportunity to speak for myself because even though we cannot talk, humans who understand us can tell by our demeanor that if we could talk, we would have a lot to say. I have overheard the family comparing me to this Snickers catContinueContinue reading “Aslan Speaks For Himself”
Why Should Men on Earth be Sad?
Hello readers! I know it has been a long time since I have written here, but I have been very busy between choir concerts and an online memoir class I took through the Creative Nonfiction Foundation. I cannot wait to tell you more about that! But first, I feel inspired to share some thoughts thatContinueContinue reading “Why Should Men on Earth be Sad?”
Thoughts on Pet Parenting Part 1: Preparing for the Baby (Kitten)
Eleven years ago as I eagerly anticipated being a guide dog handler, it occurred to me that anticipating this dog felt a lot like what I imagine expecting mothers experience as they anticipate their baby. In the same way that the mom-to-be visits baby supply stores to select the crib, stroller, diapers, clothing and bottles,ContinueContinue reading “Thoughts on Pet Parenting Part 1: Preparing for the Baby (Kitten)”
A Day In My Life After the Restoration: Part 2
On rainy nights, I see myself staying in the cabin with my parents, falling asleep to the peaceful sound of rain through the window. But most nights, I might strike out for the woods and sleep under the stars, where Gilbert, Snickers and Aslan, or if their souls aren’t eternal like those of humans, thanContinueContinue reading “A Day In My Life After the Restoration: Part 2”
A Day in My Life After the Restoration: Part 1
Last year when I wrote my first post about the restoration, I did not actually intend to publish it on Easter. It just so happened that Easter was the day all my thoughts came together and I felt the post was ready to publish. But in hindsight, I got to thinking maybe God was involvedContinueContinue reading “A Day in My Life After the Restoration: Part 1”
Healing the Cat-Shaped Hole in My Heart
Well readers, I apologize that it has been so long since I last posted here, and that my last post was so negative. I haven’t totally abandoned writing during this time. In fact, I have been working on a unique meditation about the Restoration which I hope to finish soon. But first, I have toContinueContinue reading “Healing the Cat-Shaped Hole in My Heart”
Failed to Find Sunshine Square (Part 1)
Well readers, I didn’t want to reveal exactly when I was going to New York with my family, just as a precaution in case someone was merely reading my blog to figure out when they could come to our house and rob us. But the day after I published my previous post began the threeContinueContinue reading “Failed to Find Sunshine Square (Part 1)”
Trying to Leave My House on Grumble Street and Move to Sunshine Square
Well readers, remember that nice Christian post I wrote about my travel anxiety, brought on by an upcoming trip to New York City to visit my sister, and how I was going to trust that God would take care of me? Well, as the trip drew ever closer, I realized I have done a terribleContinueContinue reading “Trying to Leave My House on Grumble Street and Move to Sunshine Square”
I Don’t Want to Play the Game
On Monday January 28, our community woke up to a snowstorm. It seemed every school and business decided to close except the office where I work. I felt bad that my mom had to get outside early and shovel the snow off of our driveway because the neighbor we contract with to plow our drivewayContinueContinue reading “I Don’t Want to Play the Game”
Gilbert and Me 