Leaving, on a jet plane don’t know when I’ll be back a…. whoops. Never mind.
Half a day before my guy and I were set to fly off to the other coast last week to escape winter weather and bask in the warmth of friends and family, I got a phone call.
I was expecting the call, and yet I wasn’t.
Hold fast. Now is just now, it’s not then. Hold fast.
“Did you hear that?” I ask Natalie.
“What?” my daughter replies. She is much more practical than me. She only hears what is “visible” to her ears, so to speak. Continue reading
So many impossibles in this world: Life. Creatures. You, and Me. I could count the ways that I feel like a mystery guest as I breathe into each day. I’m on the edge (are you?) between living a life in light or just pretending this will work. The feeling of just doing time, of walking across a frozen river and wondering if I’ll hear a crack, and yours truly will fly away (or under) into a rabbit hole big enough for one. Continue reading
Katy searched for the correct way to reject the invitation. She was not inclined to meet Adam at midnight and drive to the open field 20 minutes away to see some famous “shooting star.” 
Adam was a nice colleague, good-looking in an academic, black-glasses-hiding-thick-black-eyebrows kind of way, with a shy smile. Katy could tell he was interested in her. He acted as if she was a fairy princess who lit up a room whenever she entered. Continue reading
Cutter and I caught mid-conversation.
I can communicate with animals.
Last night I spoke with Violet, one of my grand-dogs, and asked silently, “Do you really like that canned pumpkin I gave you last night with your dinner?”
She stared back with liquid pools of brown love: “Anything you give me is full of love, and how can love not taste divine?” Continue reading
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