My Mom is My…

The #kittierescue (you can follow the journey via hashtag on Instagram) effort began with a hissing alpha-kitten, a quivering runt-of-the-litter, and a missing mommy-cat.  Armed with leather gloves, a bulky-sleeved sweat shirt, and a towel-lined box, I pulled the litter out of their cubby in the chicken coop and started bottle-feeding. After a few challenging…

My trip to North Carolina ended with a bit of bittersweet angst.  An overbooked flight, with the offer of a free round trip ticket.  A hotel room and shuttle to Mall of America, without any luggage.  Six hours in the Vancouver airport waiting for a ride home, reading one of the best free Kindle downloads…

I didn’t realize how stifled I am without a camera in my hand. Two weeks ago, my camera was dropped and almost totaled. My favorite lens is ruined and the shutter-release button is handicapped. (It wasn’t working at all until my brother did a procedure in lieu of sending it off for repair.) I’ll have…

  Let’s just mark this as my first adventure in non-communicating.  In a world where English just isn’t very common, life in this foreign country becomes a game of pantomiming, synonyms, and the Google Translate App on my phone.  “Gym?” “gym?” “workout room?” “running room?” “exercise?”  “gymnasium?” After much head-shaking and putting three heads together,…