I grew up in a home where animals were ever-present and often dominated our lives. There were always horses, dogs, and cats, as well as a revolving infirmary of injured wildlife being nursed by my sister the aspiring vet.

I see life as increasingly complex, vivid, colorful, crazy, chaotic. That's the world I write about... the world I live in.

Rage cools fast without an accessible target.

When it comes to love, dogs make pretty steep competition for us people. And rightly so.

Ready how? Who’s ever ready for anything important?

My tastes, like my bones, fossilized decades ago. Reach a certain age and you are obliged to become an anthropologist. It’s the only way to ignore that the rest of the world regards you as an artifact, that your culture has faded beyond the horizon, leaving you adrift on your tiny, solitary life raft.

We’re all alive the day before we die.

She loved the dogs as you’re supposed to love dogs: consistently.

People take their same old lives wherever they go. No place is perfect enough to strip you of that.

When most of us talk to our dogs, we tend to forget that they’re not people.