I’m Instafamous!!

Hi, Zach here. I got a feature in a very cool page called Former Fosters thanks to a referral from my friend Sputnik. They feature lovable pets who found their happy ending!!! Check out our stories and give FF a follow: https://www.instagram.com/p/BwmYSaCpaYk/?utm_source=ig_share_sheet&igshid=w5bsjo6gjdiu https://www.instagram.com/p/Bv4LpRbJoIt/?utm_source=ig_share_sheet&igshid=1t108tj31ztej Shout out to all my rescue and adopted friends and pawrents out... Continue Reading →

Lessons From The Laundry Pile

I must have been around three years old when my mother decided to enlist me for sock folding duty. It was a task she took very seriously because protecting your feet from the dangers of humidity and water accumulation inside military boot had been her worst enemy as she went up through the ranks. Maybe... Continue Reading →

In Memoriam: Grandma Delia

My grandmother was a spectacular woman, a true warrior who stopped at nothing to keep her family safe and well fed. She was ahead of her time in ways that are easy to admire and hard to explain: she was fierce, a very confident and assertive piece of work that always spoke her mind. When... Continue Reading →

F@%k Cancer, Part 7

Can't. Used to. Was. Doesn't. Loved. These are the words I never thought I would use to describe my mother at 63 years of age. So full of life a few months ago and now she is, for the most part, bed ridden and/or lethargic. She can barely speak, eat or drink. This brick house... Continue Reading →

F@%k Cancer, Part 6

There's always a calm before the storm. The tumor's original scan. Isn't it impressive? To think that unevenly shaped - multiform mass had caused all this drama! I can't believe it's already December. Wow! Never in a million years did I think mom would be in hospice care at this age, much less waiting for... Continue Reading →

F@%k Cancer, Part 4

She's not herself anymore and this time, she is not bouncing back. Watching the situation from afar is dumbfounding, and I can't even imagine how my family must be feeling dealing with mom directly. Six weeks ago she was talking, walking and making plans to conquer the world. Today, she sits in a hospital bed... Continue Reading →

Ireland Bound, Part Deux

After surviving the Delta snafu, see link for info, we arrived at Charles de Gaulle airport in Paris, France. The taxiing to the gate felt like forever, which gave me extra time to finish watching Unforgettable. That last scene between Rosario Dawson and Katherine Heigl serves as a good example of how we felt when... Continue Reading →

“At least you have a house…”

Please. I beg y'all. Don't confuse my complaints about the "list of items that still need to be taken care of by the builder" with ungratefulness. Telling anyone in my family that "at least you have a home" minimizes the entire ordeal and what is left of it. The fact that all these open items... Continue Reading →

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