Are you kidding me? You BOUGHT a dog? Yes, we bought a dog.

We were reminded last week, painfully thanks to social media, that we said goodbye to our old corgi two years ago. Seeing Iona’s craggy, yet smiling face on my Facebook and Timehop feeds was both lovingly memorable and deeply painful. Twenty-four …

Everything in New Orleans is a good idea

Another new state, another new city. The Reeds keep the moving trucks rolling.  It’s been what? A month? 6 weeks? No matter the time, the city of New Orleans is grabbing hold—tightly with her dirty, gritty, unwashed hands. Everything Norfolk wasn’t, …

What did we do? It’s a puppy.

I never birthed a child. My stepson came to me at the delightful age of potty-trained, able to feed himself, and with the capability to use words to ask for things. This pleased me. I never owned a puppy. Iona …

You can call me Oy.

I am obviously not the first dog in this rodeo. I am not even the first corgi. These people seem to get me. They also seem to get me confused with the thing they call the Max. And then there …