I am sure that when our alien or robot overlords finally come to relieve us of the mess we have made of this third rock from the sun on which we reside, they will spend the rest of eternity trying to make sense of the thing we call love.

There is no doubt that, in many ways, I married my father. My husband is a hard worker, a straight talker, and fervent protector of the people and things he loves. He also loves fart jokes.

Growing up, we had lots of different kinds of pets. When we lived in the country, we mostly had country style pets: outdoor cats and dogs that called multiple houses home.

When I was around 3 or 4, before I entered Kindergarten, I became convinced that I would never learn to read.