I recently broke my shoulder. And it was a clever break too, in a part of the shoulder that apparently gets broken only one percent of the time. I slipped on a wet floor and landed with all my weight on my shoulder. Simple as that. And you can bet your arm it was elegant. […]
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Faith and Furbabies: A Tale of Two Kitties
Yesterday I found a dead kitten on our street. He looked four weeks old, maybe six. He was covered in black and brown patches of fur. His tiny lifeless body was laid out just like he was sleeping. Except for the tiny pool of blood beside him, I would have thought he was. I was […]