Author: Tiffany

You may or may not remember Skatha, the emo rooster that caused me weeks of physical therapy.  ...

I promised you more of my kitten story and then I left you hanging.  Seriously though, one of these ...

Here’s the thing.  I love cats.  I’ve always loved cats.  Since I was a little girl.  I am forever a...

When I moved to Vermont, I read up on everything one must do when they encounter a black bear. Don’t...

I blame Old House Journal Magazine.  Because if they hadn’t done their job really well, I wouldn’t h...

I suggest you read this story quickly, as you never know if it will be taken down.  Because cle...

 To say this has been a smelly couple of months is a bit of an understatement.  In fact, it’s been d...

Picture a fair maiden.  Let’s call her Tiffany (yes, she is me, And stop before you tell me I c...

Fall is the time for apples.  Apple Sauce, Apple Pie, Apple Cider donuts!  Fall just wouldn’t be the...

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Never Stray From a Ritualistic Sacrifice to a Chicken God
I know I said this series was over fo...