I call my blog my personal stream of consciousness. It’s just stuff that floats around in my brain and lands on the page through my fingers hitting the keyboard. That’s all. Sometimes the story is about my travels, sometimes it’s
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
Four years ago this week, my birthday week celebrations were of a completely different nature than they are this year. My house had foreclosed and I was moving my remaining belongings out, placing them in a small storage unit. Earlier
I stole my son's Facebook status line as my blog post title today. I woke up this morning and, as I usually do, I picked up my iPhone to check my Facebook page to see what was up with the
Something woke me up way earlier than usual this morning. It was the sun! Bright and shiny! Join Dinah Dog and me on a walk around the yard – enjoy the wonderful sunshine with us!
Every once in awhile, I have a morning where I wake up with a feeling of dread, a feeling that things are always going to be as messed up as they are right now, a feeling that life has passed