Years ago I wrote long emails full of Sturm and Drang to my friend Eric, signing them, “Mortally yours.” One time he wrote back, “Dear Morty,” and the name became a placeholder for feeling mortal, vulnerable, humbled.
In 2019 I brought home a puppy who was expressive and stubborn, with ultra-sensitive hearing. Go know. I tried different names for the puppy, including Shlomo, Marty and Jack, until it occurred to me that the puppy was indeed my placeholder, and thus he became Morty. During our first year together I sent weekly emails to friends about life with Morty, which was wild, overwhelming and precious. Love, Morty is a place to continue telling the stories. Thank you for being here.