He looked at me, then jumped on the couch. I grabbed my scissors. Holding his ear, we began as we had a hundred times before. We began again.
Category Archives: Writing
The Pets of the Bungalow
Wally is recovering from his surgery and teaching me a few things.
I am a soft person, but I feel a need to attack my goals. 2023. Dare I say, “May the attack be with you?”
This December 7.
The planes flew in, Sunday morning at 7:55am. It was the season of Advent.
Advent ‘22 Hope
Please, please “give a hoot.” The gifts of the season are not always the prettiest or most convenient…
November 2022 Ides.
In this political cocktail we still need to add inflation, immigration, climate change and foreign policies to the first two issues…
A Touch Romantic.
In a world of stock markets and business results, the power of romantic self-awareness..
When I read…
When I read, at home in the woods…
Act.Plan.Dream. (Today, in no particular order).
The concept of rest, I think, is the mental jump in the kaleidoscope of fallen leaves..
Fish Memories (I went fishing, part 2)
A fin. I saw a fin. I pulled and reeled. “Just keep doing what you are doing.” I had no idea what I was doing…