Craig and I are in the early stages of ruining our family and home by adopting a dog. This week we’re discussing whether the dog should come from a breeder or shelter. Since people are always comparing dogs to men, I have concerns about the shelter route.I’ve never cared for a dog before, but I have cared for men…and while it always felt exciting to take in one who needed rescuing, it usually saved me a lot of hassle when I chose the well bred kind. So the debate continues.
I believe in grace because I share my home with proof of its existence. We got rid of our TV service a few months ago. The quiet is strange, but nice. I have no idea how I survived the first three years of my life without my sister. It seems as impossible as living without lungs. I published a book a while back, and I want to write a second, more personal one. But I’m having trouble getting started, because I’m afraid everything I write will be wrong, or self serving, or immature. I am a recovering alcoholic and bulimic….