walk with my dog Juno when I noticed a white spot in the fall leaves and grass. I walked past it but then turned around to check it out, and it was this little mouse. Dead. And on its back. The mouse looks peaceful and, well, kinda comfy, right? To
my elliptical in my Lulu Lemon underwear, Goruck merino wool socks, and orange and black 20-year-old New Balance tennies, I turned on the TV mounted on the wall in front of me and sifted through the deck of thumbnail cards that Google decided to deal to me on
sound to others when you are talking? I was on the phone in my Tesla yesterday, sitting in the grocery store's lot, talking to a close friend about a mutual friend struggling with a personal problem I have struggled with in the past. At one point in the
to do when I am on my evening walk with my girl Juno (my Italian Mastiff dog) is to stop periodically, have her sit, and cuddle. Yes, cuddle. We both LOVE to cuddle. It is a part of our ritual together on the walk, but only at night. I look