Meet Emerson, an adorably sweet little Papillion/Pomeranian mix. You'd never guess the struggles this tiny guy has faced by looking at him now, but little Emerson is a fighter and a survivor. This is where Emerson's story begins.
Like my haircuts, my birthdays never turn out just the way I want. Somebody important forgets to call and then I realize this is just a day like any other day in history. The next thing I know I'm two skim lattes into a blog post about my irrelevance in the world.
Here's the question - the big question, and often the only question - I am asked when an innocent, neophyte or perhaps a die-hard non-believer catches the title of my book: what the hell is "cute culture"?
Tasmanian devils have had a bit of a bad rap in the PR stakes. First there's the name, which isn't exactly endearing, then there's the image of the Looney Tunes cartoon character -- a psychotic whirlwind of anger and aggression.