In the midst of trouble, if you look hard enough, you can see it. It’s there in the people who keep going despite the risks. The grocery store clerks, the cleaning crews, the restaurant employees, and the selfless medical staff...Read More
Who hasn’t ever scratched at a mosquito bite and wondered, “I hate them; why do they exist?” Or fleas, ticks, intestinal worms … all parasites for that matter. But as cooler weather approaches, some of us are likely to forget...Read More
“If you can’t afford a pet, you shouldn’t have one.” We hear this quite a bit. Certainly it comes from a place of compassion for animals; I myself thought this long before I understood what happens here at PRCKC. Or...Read More
“Because of her, I’m never sad,” Charlie says from the front porch of his tiny home at the Veteran’s Community Project. He lives there with his best friend, a pibble mix he calls Blue. Blue loves people and proves what...Read More
A week rarely passes that I don’t think about John. Anytime I try to tell someone about him I immediately feel my heart stumble, and the words start stacking up in my throat like cars at a busy intersection. I...Read More
Just down the road from PRCKC HQ is a small community where lives are being put back together piece by piece. It’s called the Veteran’s Community Project. Most people know it locally from the small houses that are being built...Read More
The marred knob on my basement door tells the story. It was probably 20 years ago. My neighbor invited me over to grill out for the fourth. As it turned dark, he pulled out a box of fireworks and began...Read More
We believe in the power of pets to change lives in dramatic ways. And this submission, made by an PRCKC client, reveals how true that actually is. We are running it here with only a little editing for length and...Read More
Marie was trying to give her dog, Precious, away. “I need someone to take her,” she said without looking up. Surrenders – that’s what people in our business call it – happen for a lot of reasons and, typically, none...Read More
I learned to be terrified of tornadoes in the spring of 1977. As I lay hidden underneath a wrestling mat with hundreds of my fellow students in a large gymnasium, a twister was leveling the other two schools in my...Read More
