The air feels sticky inside the three bed-roomed house. Some may find the humidity miserable, but I welcome the dampness beginning to form on my skin. It’s during these hot summer days I feel the most alive. No longer trapped. Suffocated inside.Read More
We'd just gotten frozen yogurt. Our treat. Our comfort food. I pulled out into busy, Christmas-time, evening traffic. He suddenly flashed in my rear view mirror and then shot around my car stopping at an angle in front of us, trapping us with his off kilter, middle-of-the road parking job in front, the median to the left, and a steady stream of traffic to the right.Read More
Today I woke up and looked out of my bedroom window and noticed that what
seemed like over night, all the trees had filled in with their various colored leaves. The grass below had grown and
was the prettiest shade of green. I sat
quiet for a moment and there perched on the top of my deck was a red cardinal. He sat gazing straight at my
I remember when the breeder handed her to me, her long sleek body molding to my arms. We were a team.
I learned right away that Mimi had not been socialized, and I suspected she had been ignored by her previous owner. She had a fierce growl, which she reserved mostly for men.
When a love you've cherished for
A life time is suddenly no more,
How do you let go?
My life doesn’t look anything like I expected it to look. Which is and isn’t terrible. My life is beautiful, in fact. Still, I suppose I didn’t know it was possible to feel orphaned by an idea. But it happened.Read More
You are calm and quiet when you speak
and I feel like something small
cupped in your hands.
I watch your lips move and
wish that your mouth was closer.
The telephone rang. My eyes opened wide. I lay in bed peering through the small crack in my bedroom door. I stared at the rotary phone mounted to the wall in the living room. By the third ring, I looked up to heaven, crossed my fingers, and prayed, "Please God don't call me. Please don't call me."
Today seems to be too pretty to be the day she dies, too sparkly, too vibrant with azaleas and sunshine, unsuitable for death and dying.Read More
I see you and I know that you see me. Not in the way that the rest of the world looks at us. No, it’s something magical that we possess; the ability to see straight into other people’s lives. We see the world as the first layer to something greater, a greater plan or a cover for a far more whimsical earth beneathRead More