Category: My Life

Feb 26, 2012
By Michael Rupured

Never Say Never

Things I’ve always said I’d never do have become regular habits over the last year or so. Recently quite a few people–including some of my regular readers–have asked me how I do it. In today’s post, I’m going to attempt to explain. Writing Glass Houses was the beginning of my transformation. I never thought I could write a book. Now I’ve written two, and have been thinking a lot about the plot for my third. Glass Houses started the ball rolling in three ways. First, thanks largely to encouragement from some of you, I decided to give writing a book a try. That I finished it and that others have enjoyed reading it, even in draft form, thrills me to …

Jan 26, 2012
By Michael Rupured
Comments Off on What on Earth Did I Do?

What on Earth Did I Do?

Since the first of the year, I’ve been running like crazy. Seems like there’s never a spare moment to just kick back and relax. Well, that’s not entirely true, but I sure don’t have the kind of downtime I had just a few years ago. Four years ago, we didn’t have any dogs. It’s not that our little chihuahuas are terribly demanding. About all they require this time of year is a few trips a day outside. They really need daily walks, but it’s dark by the time we have the chance, and Toodles is afraid of the dark. In truth, even in bright daylight, she’s afraid of practically everything. So during the short days of winter, Tico and Toodles …

Sep 18, 2011
By Michael Rupured
Comments Off on Going to the Dogs

Going to the Dogs

Growing up, we never really had a dog. Yeah, for a very brief time I had Poochy and Amelia. But my parents sent them to the pound well before either dog’s first birthday.  When I got an apartment, I wanted a dog. But I lived in a third floor apartment in a complex that prohibited pets. So I got my first cat. I tell the tragic story of all these pets in Glass Houses. When my partner and I got together nearly ten years ago, I had two middle-aged cats. Because my first three cats died tragically (two hit by cars), Damien and Sadie were inside-only cats. They were with me when my twelve-year relationship with my first partner ended, …

  • Subscribe

    Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

  • Top Posts & Pages

  • Recent Comments