Please… Love me enough to button my shirt When my fingers won’t function And my hands sometimes hurt And… Smile, don’t sneer, when I can’t... Read More
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… on happenings with a hospitalized Old Yankee Man
The Old Yankee Man, also known as ‘Grampa’, is home. And he is also bionic, because he has a brand-y new pacemaker. I have... Read More
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… on wrinkled hearts
I have decided that, when my being is challenged by fear or threatened loss, or loss itself, my heart does not break. It does... Read More
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… on a day with a teeny bit of over-perspective
Yep. Fred. Forever grateful for anything with cheese mixed in, and this morning’s breakfast was cheesy eggs. He was a happy, happy dog. Right... Read More
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… on just being
Be here, with me As long as we Can still be we As long as I Can still be me Right here with you... Read More
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… on always wanting more time
We’re not sure what happened, actually. Fred was fine. And then he wasn’t. On Monday we were playing with his favorite tug toy and... Read More
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… on meeting ms. matty
Sometimes, when I take my time and pay attention, the best things happen. This afternoon, Gabe, the self-proclaimed perfect boy was volunteering with a... Read More
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… on an ode to a skin horse
Ode to a Skin Horse I knew you were there Under layers Of storm after storm Year after year Slowly, bit by bit Your... Read More
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… on death considerations and writing
Yesterday I went to visit my friends in New York and we spent a lot of the time there talking about writing and the... Read More
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… on gifts of food
When I was about 18 or 19 years old, I went to live with Granny and Grampa at their small house on Parham Road... Read More
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… on black and white and shades of grey (but not 50 shades)
That’s the bottle of wine (not wHine) that I was opening up the other night, just before some pretty awesome humans arrived, frigidly and... Read More
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… on hows and whys
How can you listen When he struggles to find a word When his topics shift Like grains of sand on a snow white beach?... Read More