In reverse alphabetical order:
Peanut Butter (aka Peanut, Butters, PB): Our newest addition. Lived with his former family for seven years until the family fell on hard times and he was surrendered back to the shelter. Fierce snuggler, the best kind. Drinks out of the toilet and the bathtub but not his pristine filtered water bowl. Such a good kitty --we are smitten with him.
Marty: The older of my kids. 21. Very private and self-contained, with a wicked sense of humor. The kid is a ROCKER. They (desired pronouns) still like me about
Jane: The younger of my daughters, eighteen-years-old. Knows no small battles. Knows no small joys. Is an amazingly talented writer/illustrator and future Empress of the World. NOT A PLEASER. Poised to take over the world if we would just get the heck out of her way. Find her first (published) book, See Her, on Amazon.
And then there's me.
Barb: Psychotherapist, writer, and occasional yoga instructor, 54. Divorced. Breast cancer thriver. Huge-hearted, well-socialized introvert. Suffers from
extreme phone phobia (I will call you back NEVER at some point but still prefer texting.) Considers herself a grateful observer, a recovering perfectionist, and spiritual. 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.