Hunter the Owl

Once in a while, an injured cat makes his or her way to the adoption floor at the animal shelter where I volunteer. If I lived in a bigger apartment, Olive would have a sibling who was blind or cross-eyed or three-legged by now. So it's no surprise that I've fallen in love with a... Continue Reading →

To: Bathroom

One of my volunteer gigs, Prison Book Program, is located in a church basement. Every time I use the loo, I smile. Because of this:                 I love that a kid drew a picture and addressed it to "Bathroom." That is all.    

Spirituality and Spirits

I saw His Holiness the Dalai Lama speak on Halloween. This is the third time I've seen him, but the first time I understood anything he said. I was sitting in the nosebleed section of an arena the first time I saw him. I saw him in a much smaller venue the second time: an... Continue Reading →

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