Today, I am painfully, horribly, depressed.
:: Once, I was a knitter. I’m not anymore. The lifecycle of a knitter goes like this.
:: I’ve spent the last 13 days dizzy, cognitively impaired, and afraid.
:: Two weeks ago, my cat, Princess Richard, was attacked by a “large canid”—either a dog off-leash or a coyote—and she nearly died.
:: Every bluefisherman dreams of the bluefish blitz. It is our holy grail.
:: When I was in my early twenties and living in Baltimore, I was not at my best. I was suffering, sometimes a lot. Sometimes it’s hard to think about.