Today, a reprint of my poem about Tiffany, my late and still lamented cat. She died at the age of 16, 12 years ago. She still gives me delight when I remember her. Not a sweet cat. She came with the name, given her at…
Today, a reprint of my poem about Tiffany, my late and still lamented cat. She died at the age of 16, 12 years ago. She still gives me delight when I remember her. Not a sweet cat. She came with the name, given her at…
My new short story collection, TURTLE FEATHERS, is live on Amazon! I’ve enrolled it in KDP Select, which means that KDP Select members can borrow it for free, but it costs a whopping $0.99 for everybody else. Hang on, though, because I can make it…
My crazy cat, Katya, has embaldend herself. Spell-check tells me that embaldend is not a word. Apparently, embaldenated isn’t, either. What she’s done is over-groomed herself until she has bald spots. I don’t know if she’s allergic to something or just neurotic. My guess is…
