Sometimes my dog hates me
As I type this, my favorite dog, Sophie, sits by my side gently licking my hands and distracting me from typing my blog. She lays her head on my chest, looks deeply into my eyes and I can tell that she wants me to know that she loves me and cares for me and ...
Loss and coping
As he walked through the door with the largest pink flower I'd ever seen, he grinned and talked about how he'd found it on the ground and wasn't it beautiful? It truly was. Fragrant and bulbous and clearly picked from the yard of one our neighbors. He'd taken to doing this lately ...
In which I make a request…Animals in shelters
Christmastime is special to me, as it is to most people. I've never lost my childlike wonder for the lights, the tree lots, the snow, the gifts, really, any of it. As I grow, though, parts of the holiday that are less enchanted seem to hit me like a truck and I can't ...
The dog stands alone…
Sometimes I hate being a parent.
Blaspheme, right? It's true. Part of being a parent means that I have to do the hard work such as disciplining my child when he misbehaves or chooses to mess around in class as opposed to choosing to learn and distract those around him. This makes my ...
Soft Kitty
Some mornings, this is how I feel about myself when I look in the mirror, too.
Fighting with Yourself
Good Golly, Miss Molly
Oh dear. Oh my. Oh good golly.
One of my favorite things about summertime is the storms. The outrageous, amazing, beautiful, loud, house-shaking, booming, scary movie, better wrap yourself in a blanket and have some hot chocolate and snuggle with your honey thunderstorms that hit the South are this wondrous creation ...