Rupert G. Cat

Andy and I both grew up in two-cat homes. I know the structure of the American family unit is shifting, but we are traditionalists. We’re proud of our values, and we don’t care who knows it. This summer, it was time to put our money where our mouths are. As soon as we saw this […]

Month of Firsts

I decided, with that blend of planning and happenstance that fate loves so much, that July would be my month of firsts. We had already planned a trip to Canada and I just added some other things to make it a theme. First, I got a pedicure. I had never done that before, and I’m […]

Why I Write

My good friend Erica tagged me in this thing that is going around the blogs. It’s supposed to be for writers but she tagged me anyway. It’s one of those things where you answer four questions (in this case about your own writing) and then tag two other writers to do the same. It’s an […]

“like spies in paradise”

There’s a song called “Night School” on Rosanne Cash’s new album, and I’ve been listening to it (and its cohorts) on the drive between Fort Wayne and Huntington, where I am teaching (you guessed it) a couple of night classes here at the beginning of the summer. In a lot of ways, these are perfect […]

Summer Hustle

This is not a revolution. It isn’t an identity crisis, either. I don’t know what it is. Last month, I started running. Well, I called it running, but it is more like jogging. Actually, it is whatever is slower than jogging and more sloppy-looking than walking. I can walk like a champion. I have long […]