Tea With Rory

Rory leans across my bed, honey-colored curls framing her smiling face as she stretches her arms toward me. “Daddy,” she says, small fingers grasping the tan sheets for purchase, “get out of bed.” I reach across and enclose one of her hands in my own. Oblivious to the fact that she could never compel me to move if I did …

Felinus Domesticus

Felinus Domesticus

This is a true story. Mostly.