By Anna Taylor
I don’t think I need to explain my weak spot for animals. My Instagram is saturated with pet pictures. Given the resources, my dream would be to own a lot of land and open up a no-kill animal shelter, whiling away the hours making sure all the lost, dejected, and unwanted animals know what it
Dear Bella, You will be six years old in February. I guess that makes sometime this month your half birthday. I remember the day I brought you home from the hospital middle of nowhere. I’d driven about an hour outside of Tallahassee to pick you up from some nice people. They found you and your sister
First of all, I don’t understand the people that claim they go running to clear their heads and sort out their thoughts. All I can think when I’m running is, “how much further do I have to go? When can I stop and not feel guilty about the ice cream I ate earlier?” And the
Washinton Wandering 