I’m feeling pretty beat up these days. The combination of a body growing older and more feeble-y by virtue of time and the verbal calesthenics of the past few days since my mother’s death has left me tired, cranky, listless,
It’s been several weeks since I’ve written anything – I find myself retrospective and quiet when I’m not traveling. It’s not that my brain quits working or anything. In fact, just the opposite. But the “working” is an internal one,
The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly – or what I’d rather call the Awesome, the Not-So-Hot, and the Downright Freaky. It’s what this past week on the road looked like for me. Let’s start with that last bit, the
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
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