Last week, kerfuffles and complications seemed the theme. I could have handled the gushing water in my basement. Or, bounced back from barricading from and fervently sterilizing the kitchen after the maintenance guy with the raging cough my landlord sent to fix the leak left my apartment. I would have moved on after saving and subsequently cleaning… View more
This past Friday was my soulmate-dog-in-heaven’s birthday, my Finn, and I felt his vibrant presence all day. Gavin bounced and bopped through our walk, despite not seeing one person for him to greet. I soared through my morning order picking and packing routine with a rhythm I rarely find. And, I did a silent happy dance… View more
Around the holidays, Gavin was struggling on walks again. He needs his routine, but he hates cold weather and dislikes all the new dogs who tend to walk through our park when people are on vacation. And, well, winter means fewer people to greet and pet Gavin and for him to follow while we make our way… View more
It’s been five months since we moved into our own kitchen. And, every time I unlock the door, I’m unbelievably grateful that it’s as sparkly clean as we left it. I don’t miss spending rent money to clean up other peoples’ messes nor the time wasted carrying everything we needed for the day from our… View more
I like to think that I’m organized, plan well, and can be nimble when things don’t go according to my projections. The latter, only on my best days. Yet, somehow, this time of year, I find myself in a constant state of hurriedness and just-push-through-the-exhaustion. Why do everyday errands somehow take eight times longer during… View more
When I started my first job at 14-years old, my grandfather said, “Brandi Kay, no matter what you feel like or have going on in your personal life, you go to work. And, you do your best while you’re there.” His words stuck with me. I’ve always valued hard work, perseverance, tenacity, honesty, and integrity. So… View more
After Finn passed, I reflected a lot on our last year together while I mourned. I remember being grateful that I stayed present throughout the entire process, even though it was difficult. I thought a lot about my indebtedness to my friend Kate who gave me the whole basement of her home, so Finn didn’t have… View more
When I rescued Gavin, I had two requirements. I wanted my new dog to be two years of age or older, partially because I knew older dogs are more challenging to adopt than puppies. And, at the time, I lived in a vintage rehab building with six flights of stairs, so I hoped bladder size would help… View more
When I was on my way to rescue Finn, all I knew was that he was a puppy living in the barn because all the other dogs were attacking him. And, I had this Hollywood vision of myself, a beacon of light shining behind me as I opened the barn door to save the poor… View more
