by Kim Pullen
We have three ferrets that are the epitome of cute. Except the hairless one, but that’s another story. Our ferrets love small, dark places. They especially like the hidden recesses under a bed—my bed. They pretty much have free rein of the house so when it’s time to...
by Kim Pullen
Greetings: In case you were wondering, I did not fall off the writing wagon. I’m still getting my sea legs in my new teaching job and so time–even writing time–is a luxury. But I did have a day off and thought I would sneak in a post. You may not see...
by Kim Pullen
In the last three weeks, I’ve developed an allergic reaction to what, I don’t know. The reaction came in the form of dry, red, and puffy skin that started between my eyebrows, curved around my temples, and ended at the center of my cheekbones. It’s marvelously...
by Kim Pullen
“Hi, my name’s Mary and I’m an alcoholic and pathological liar.”“Hi, my name’s Javier and I’m an emotionally-abused enabler who doesn’t know how to say no.”“Hi, my name’s Frieda and I’m a thief and a manipulator.”“Hi, my name’s Bob and I’m two-faced and addicted to...
by Kim Pullen
Re-arranging the furniture in your house can sometimes be a cross between Fright Night and Sherlock Holmes? It can be scary. It can be revealing. But usually it’s both. Scary because you usually disclose the build-up of dust, dirt, popcorn kernels, and secretly...
