In reverse alphabetical order:
Roswell: The older of my daughters. Eighteen. Very private and self-contained, with a wicked sense of humor. The girl is a ROCKER. She still likes me about
70 50 75% of the time. Can be bribed with Sephora gift cards. Freshman at the University of Southern California.
|Most beautiful cat ever|
Edward: the cat who almost wasn't. In March of 2008, Ed went missing on the day the movers brought our furniture to our new house in New York and was missing for six weeks. We got him back because he is microchipped (can't say enough about how important it is to microchip your pets,) but we all still have a bit of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder related to his disappearance. The best thing about Edward is that he is a One Woman Cat and I am that Woman. It makes up for a lot to be loved unconditionally like that. (He has some digestive issues that result in urinary psychosis periodically.) Best cat ever.
And then there's me.
Barb: Writer, Editor and occasional yoga instructor, 51. Newly divorced. Huge-hearted, well-socialized introvert. Suffers from extreme phone phobia (I will call you back NEVER.) Considers herself a grateful observer, a recovering perfectionist, and
pathologically formerly shy. Capable of creativity under pressure. Struggles to get out of her head and be fully present. Loves her children more than life itself. Would rather be doing yoga than just about anything, except maybe grad school. Currently seeking a Masters in Counseling.