I'm 29 and I've been writing since I could hold a pencil. Not everything I write is great. I'm guaranteed to be my worst critic. But if you don't share what you love, do you love it at all?
I have always believed that the best dog breed is Rescue. My brother-in-law and I sometimes fight over this. When he decided he wanted a dog he was very specific. He and my sister did all the research. They looked into the different breeds, what health issues they had, which were easiest and hardest to train, which were aggressive, which made good family dogs, which were good work dogs, which could do both. They looked into potential vet bills and food costs, best brands. EVERYTHING.
Today we will be following Cato, a young and curious Maligator, on a normal "day in the life". Waking Up It's 5AM. The sky is dark, the AC just shut off. I stretch and yawn, rubbing my side against the bars of my kennel to scratch that itch. Looking over at the bed I can tell that Mom is fast asleep. That won't do.
This is a nightmare every woman is familiar with. At some point in your life you've wondered, you've worried, you've known someone, you've heard the sad tale. That's me. I can't have children.