On Monday, I went walking in the morning with my friends (What. Yes, I have some of those. Not a lot, just a handful of close ones. It takes... Read More
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… on the sun rising again
*** This morning, I was listening to the radio. It was one of the satellite radio vintage rock stations, and I’d just finished listening to Kiss’ Detroit Rock City (nope, not... Read More
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… on stuff that wasn’t in the contract
So. It has now been nearly two months since Belle-ah’s coronation as the newest Dingle princess, which came about when she was officially welcomed (not eaten) by HRH The... Read More
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… on humans stepping in, and up
Puppy One: “It’s okay, bro. I think we’re in Maine.” Puppy Two: “Smells pine-y and salty and a little fishy to me.” Through a series of celebrated and unexpected... Read More
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… on what is handed down
When Mom died And those who loved her Went back to their everydays When the dishes were washed And put away in the same places I’d pulled them from... Read More
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… on being our own light
I am a huge fan of a perennial plant-slash-flower called Moonbeam Coreopsis. Hang on a sec… Oh my gosh! Apparently I am way more botan-istic than I thought I... Read More
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… on a letter to the first owner of my second-hand dog
Dear Sir, Firstly, I’m so sorry for the anonymous nature of this salutation. It’s just that I don’t know your name. My name is Lisa Dingle, and I adopted... Read More
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… on midcoast island introductions
A few days have gone by since the coronation of HRH Princess Belle of Dingle, and I figured it was time that she begin to explore her kingdom… like... Read More
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… on a newly minted princess
Six years. Six years without a soul dog. Without a dog velcro’d to my side. I’d only looked seriously at one dog in all that time, and it wasn’t... Read More
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… on spring’s surprise(s)
This spring has been kind of a blur, and I cannot remember if I told you about the wood ducks! That, up there, is a wood duck. Early one... Read More
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… on focal point(s)
Spring took it’s sweet and flowery time arriving on our fingerling peninsula here in Maine, and I don’t want to say that it made me cranky or anything but... Read More
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… on grief, the invitation
I opened the front door slowly After knockings barely heard No one stood there on the porch No one said a word My gaze fell on an envelope Tucked... Read More