“I met a dog today.” Those were the words I used to describe our first encounter with Big Dog in…
Art & Grief: Finding the Perfection in the Imperfect
I stitched and the dog snored and life was sweet and warm. I finished the biscornu and in all those stitches and waves and snoring came words for the page…
The Joy Between Naps: Facing Mortality
When you walk beside someone daily, you don’t always see the subtle changes in their bodies and faces as they…
Lost Art
These things cloud my head (with my permission) like a perpetual flu. If I were an addict, I could blame drugs or booze, but my addictions are the 3 x 5 screen in my hand and the constant reexamination of pain and rage. Better to binge on pixels and past hurts than to leave the chasm in my brain agape because I simply can’t properly fill it.
Islands:
When my husband and I bought our first home, it was with the conviction that it was our last home.…
Big Dog in a Big Crisis and Me Giving Thanks
It began as slower walks around the block and clumsier hops onto the couch. When the crisis occurred, we had…
My 99-Cent Novel. How I Feel About Seeing my Book on the Discount Rack.
Bless you for your wisdom, Chacón.
Cyclones and Cycles: Letting Go of Stuff
Hurricane Harvey has come and gone leaving the Flood from Hell in his wake. I feel not one bit qualified…
Harvey (Not the Big Invisible Rabbit)
Hurricane Harvey is on his way. Oh, he was supposed to be just a little tropical storm. A “rain event.”…
Health, Hope, and Mud-Dung Candy: Living in the Present
I came away from Facebook for a few weeks. I logged back in a few times not because I wanted…