Door Number Eight
It is the last day of January and the first post I have made in this year. I am climbing
It is the last day of January and the first post I have made in this year. I am climbing
I met Carol under circumstances made pretty sad and awkward by the fact that I was taking her dog away
I recently put in an application to volunteer for an area doggy non-profit and was turned down summarily. Why? Because
I love him. Bruno, that is. I love him from the same place where the love for all creatures in
Bruno I have been up to my eyeballs in special care for Bruno this last week. He had his big
It is Thursday, four days after our most unwelcome guest, Irma, dropped in, trashed the place, and swept out, leaving
I dropped Bruno at the vet this morning. It’s been two months that he’s been with us; two months since
I will not lie to you: It’s been hot here– hot and humid and relentlessly so until just yesterday when
I am cooling my jets in the Charlotte airport, my layover on a return trip to Minnesota. This is a
I am writing this long-hand at first because the afternoon thunderstorm caught me short; blowing in while I rushed home
I rode three horses yesterday and two today, plus mucking and mowing, and general take-care-of-the-farm work. A year ago, I
Gordy is home for the week, taking a bit of a break from travel. That means I get a bit
I don’t want to do it anymore. I don’t want to take that daily little pill to help my body
I couldn’t find this in my cancer tour guide book; the section on how to determine your cancer-free landmark. It is an important
What was your dream? You know, the one you carried for the longest, most persistent part of your childhood, hoping against
A friend called me up today to see how I was doing in the aftermath of my bolt from
We’ve been traveling some steep emotional waves of late. Saying “we” is only true because I include us by our
I’ve been walking the back pasture with greater frequency. It’s because of school which is chaining my body to a
I am grateful for this new year. I am grateful to be alive, to be sitting at this desk beneath
There is this thing I do with the horses. Most of the time, they roam as a herd sharing —