“At what point does a cemetery become meaningful to a person?â€Â  My husband and I were driving back from visiting several family gravesites when he posed the question. This particular cemetery is in Michigan, and our visits are sporadic at best. As we walked the grounds and placed bouquets on the headstones there was a sense of peace, but also… Read More
Urine For It Now
Poor Pudgy. She pee’d on the bathroom run. She pee’d on the boot tray. She pee’d on the kitchen rug, and she pee’d in a freshly dried basket of laundry. Pudgy was miserable, and I wasn’t far behind. Earlier in the week I had taken her to the Veterinarian where it was discovered she had a urinary infection. The Vet… Read More
An Awkward Segway
We had a six o’clock appointment with danger. Adventure. Reckless driving. Unfortunately, we were late. My husband, with the assured confidence of a young Marco Polo, said he knew exactly where we were to go. A smidge of road construction and a dash of detours later and we were looking at a corn field. With the delicate tact of a… Read More
The Dirt On Booker
Mud, an inch thick, coated the pavers beneath the planter. Flowers, bent and broken, looked as though a monster had tossed them into a blender and hit the “puree†button. Booker, our beloved husky, rounded the corner of the house to greet me with pink tongue wagging, blue eyes shining, and white paws very, very, unwhite. Not again. As promised… Read More
Skin As Thick As Tissue Paper
Recently I entered a photo contest on an online forum. There are no prizes in this competition, just the pride of entering a photograph the artist feels best represents the theme of the week. The voters, who determine the winner, are members of the forum, not obscure “judges†with even obscurer tastes. I like that. I also like the feel… Read More
Sunrise, Sunset
Who doesn’t love a jaw-dropping sunset? One minute you’re outside swatting a mosquito or thirty, and the next minute it is as though the Universe dropped a paint palette on the horizon. Yellows, oranges, plums, and pinks saturate the blue-grey clouds and steal any hope of indifference. My camera shutter made a staccato sound as I clicked away in sheer… Read More
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