August 1st, 2025
Somebody turned nine years old today and I’ll give you one guess.
I’ve expressed my love for Marvel in countless ways over the years; she’s been there for me for a quarter of my life, and through some of my hardest times: getting sober, losing my job during the pandemic and then my mom the same year.
She’s an extraordinary being.
I don’t understand people who don’t understand animals, though it doesn’t make me angry; it creates a pity in me. They’re our fellows on this planet, brilliant and funny and caring and pure. Being disconnected from nature (which includes our furry friends) disconnects us from our own humanity. I don’t know another love exactly like the kind she gives me and I’m grateful for it every day.
So, please, feel free to wish our baby girl a happy birthday and I will read each one to her. She’s the best and deserves every drop of joy and sunshine she gets today, and every day.
The Den 