Neediness
There are just two of us here, Gordy and me, but we share our life with nine dogs, eight horses,
There are just two of us here, Gordy and me, but we share our life with nine dogs, eight horses,
I stopped writing. The act of “publishing” my writing was never any big whoop, but the act of writing itself sure had internal value. It was the great pause button in the endless parade of thoughts and feelings that marked my waking, and often sleeping, hours. It directed and diverted me. I live in the constant presence of animals and writing about them was a way to validate my sense of belonging in that world, a world of kinship with creatures. And then I stopped wanting to write about it. Like many other people (read: women), the increasing tumult of the last years has left me embedded in a place of uncomfortable irony: I live a reasonably secure and peaceful life and I also swim endless laps of anger, angst, and rage about world events and the rabid unjustness of it all. I quit telling my stories because they seemed childish in light of those rage-producing events. I quit writing
Cricket wasn’t called Cricket when she came to us. My sister, Kim, renamed her the minute we set eyes on
For the first ten years of his life, Bruno belonged somewhere. I’m not sure what those circumstances were or how
A couple of years ago, Gordy, my sister, Kim, and I fostered and rehabbed a total of fifteen horses through
Maizey is crazy. We call her that and we are the ones who love her. Whether I tell Maizey’s story
Old horses, like old dogs, are hard to rehabilitate. It takes a long time for their biology to respond and
Mya is 31 years old. I always lead with that; for a horse, 31 is a magnificent accomplishment. In Mya’s
It has been a year — no, more than that — since I have written here. I have missed it,
There is only one Muppet, extraordinary little creature that she is; she is truly in a class by herself. Well,
I have a word of caution for you all: If you are at your vet office and someone sits next
I have been writing stories; full-on efforts to plunge my heart down deep into the flow of what goes on between and