How Love Works
I love him. Bruno, that is. I love him from the same place where the love for all creatures in
dog love
Bonded Pairs
I wanted to write about something else, something that had been cooking on my mind’s back burner for the better
Beauty
Reagan left. She was here for a week, shouldering by herself the big task of keeping me company in addition to completing
Pick One
A copy/paste post is floating around Facebook of late urging the person tagged to post one picture (and one ONLY!)
The Place We Call … Farm
The farm, our farm, IS a lot of work; it is also a great source of joy and personal satisfaction. It’s not just the big picture of it, but the little scenes that make my heart sing. A hundred times a day these things catch me – – first my eye, then my heart. I am swept up in the beauty of it, the intimate moments that arise because we are woven together, both two-legged and four-legged, in a web of caretaking and daily living. Someone is always eager to share those moments with me.
Something About Molly – A Story in (Mostly) Pictures
There is truly something special about Molly. That is the best explanation I have for why hordes of exuberantly sympathetic folks from all sorts
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