Windows to Russia

I have spent much of my life walking alone. I have talked about such things before, right here on the blog… I walk to the beat of a different drum, than most people. Life is too be lived and not averaged out across the board. My dad taught me by his inaction and early death […]

2:30 a.m. and Boza heard me stir… That was enough for him to pop out from under Sveta’s side of the bed and wiggle his butt as his tail wagged so hard, you would have thought it would fall off. How can you resist such a happy boy? Therefore, I growled and grumbled, then I […]