A few weeks after Sadie died, I sat down on the kitchen floor, got drunk on tequila and tried to weave the pieces of her life and death into a cohesive narrative. It felt important to write a thing, to have some sort of tribute out in the world dedicated to a creature who was by my side for 4,813 days.
1 – MY STOCK TANK POOL
Two summers ago I bought a stock tank pool, waited an obnoxious amount of time for it be delivered and then helped the delivery man roll it down my street and into my yard. Last year, I built a little pool deck around it and now it is a place of perfection.…
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Books are one of the easiest ways to escape. One of the most cost effective too. They let us fall into an alternate reality, a land unknown. They slip us out of our tethers and lead us away, to something else, something new, something better, maybe.
This list is a collection of some of my favorite books about wild things, wild people and wild places.…
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ONE – A YEAR OF CLAUDE
It’s been just over a year since I found Claude Hopper on the internet and brought him home. We started with a seven-day trial, as if I could bring a dog into my home, snuggle him for a week and then return him. He’s definitely got his shit, and the first weeks were not without some scuffles between him and Luke, some growls thrown at me and one or two escape attempts.…
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Sometimes, when things change, you have to hold a funeral. You have to light some candles, say some words, feel some feels. Sometimes, you just have to say goodbye.
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I got married young. Twice. After my second divorce, at 30, I tried to patch the broken bits with chaos. When that didn’t work, I quit love.…
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