My mind has not been on writing for a couple of months now. At least, not on writing blog posts. Instead, I’ve written pages and pages in a document on my laptop that’s called “The Story of Dinah” – I’ve
How It Is with Us, and How It Is with Them by Mary Oliver We become religious, then we turn from it, then we are in need and maybe we turn back. We turn to making money, then we turn
As I’ve navigated this past few weeks, I’ve noticed that life for me has made a major shift. As long as I can remember, I’ve had people in my life that are two-legged, four-legged, furry, finned, and/or feathered. As an
I’ve lived an entire lifetime in the last three weeks. Maybe even two lifetimes. I don't rightly know. I've lost track of the days; they all run together. Seems like every time I do something for the first time without
"Dogs are our link to paradise. They don’t know evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring – it
This week, I said good-bye to my companion of 14 years, my traveling buddy, my constant partner in crime, my fellow beach-lover. Dinah Dog crossed over the Rainbow Bridge last Tuesday evening about 9 PM Pacific Time. She was very
Dinah Dog had a "doggy emergency" this week, the kind where if what the vet is trying doesn't work out, the next thing to do is "make the decision" and I began to reflect back on our time together. This