Thirty-Six Years

Note: This is going to be personal, it will be lengthy, it’s not going to be pretty, and there may be more vitriol than is healthy herein. Some of this content may even be disturbing. Reader discretion is advised. I don’t like today. I don’t like that February 4th...

Julius

This is Julius. To be very precise, Julius Pepperjack Haddix, born September 2006. Middle furbaby cat-child of yours truly. Glendon and I don’t have kids, will never have kids, and so our cats are our children. I know a lot of people don’t understand that mindset, and...

Birthday, huh?

Today’s my birthday. I am thirty-eight years old today. I have mixed feelings about this. I have never been one of those people who bemoaned getting older. Every birthday we have means we’re still alive. Every year above ground is a reason to celebrate. And age is...