Last week, my dog Special Agent Dale Cooper, started obsessing over something under our shed in the back yard. He'd squeeze his big melon head under the shed with great interest, then scoot backward and bark defensively. He spotted something. There was something under our shed. Something alive. I thought, Please don't let it be kittens, please don't let it be kittens.
It was a perfectly imperfect day. I forgot my wedding ring; a friend had to rush back to our house to grab it before the ceremony started. The weather was cold and crisp that day in March, and the wind was blowing; a few guests couldn’t stand the cold and watched our ceremony from the … Continue reading I was a fat bride. And it was awesome.