A. N. Stetzl
Smithing words, creating mess, & making this world odd one blink at a time.
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I would be lying if I said that this hasn’t been on my mind this week; that the thought of losing my cat wasn’t debilitating; that I haven’t spent hours crying over the part of the couch where he slept. It is just hard. If I were to read these words out loud or try to mention them in conversation I would burst into tears, but the internet can belay that for some reason…. Read More
This morning the world has lost a great pair of whiskers. I met Jones almost seven years ago when I walked into the house of my now husband. He was a funny bugger and knew how to suck up like no one else could. He greeted me at the stairs so eager to make sure that I, as the new comer, knew that this was his world and it was my job… Read More
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