I went to the doctor this week for a chest cold and the first sentence in the post-visit notes says: “She is obese.” Thanks for that. I had just started feeling pretty good about myself for the first time in years.

My 16 year-old kitty loves his human baby brother. Often when I’m feeding the human baby in his rocking chair, Rusty wants to be in my lap, too.

Nothing could have prepared me for the way it feels when my son is laughing and just looks so full of joy.

Hi, I’m here, I suppose.