The sky started spitting about a block from the house. The wind picked up one block further. Acorns and leaves and water rained down on us as my husband and I turned up our collars; buried our free hands in our pockets, grumbled under our breath. The dogs however were on full display. Ears up, tails proud; they pranced through the falling leaves as if they were confetti and marched forward, convinced it seemed, that Nature was throwing them a parade. Continue reading Don’t Rain On My Parade

A friend of mine lost a pet recently. It was an “exotic” animal (guinea pig) that of course got sick over the weekend which meant there were little to no options available when it came to seeking medical assistance. Sadly the tiny creature did not survive until Monday, leaving a large void and an even larger sense of guilt in my friend’s heart. The “I should haves” and “Why didn’t I s” erasing years and years of love and care provided and leaving my friend feeling like “the worst.” She stated as much on social media. Stepped forward and admitted … Continue reading States of Grace

The large cargo ship (zoom in to see,) made by man, grounded in reality; conforms to rules, shrinks in size, pales in comparison and can not compete with a kit fox and a giant rabbit visiting a dinosaur who is pouring tea…. Continue reading Head in the Clouds

He watches the family in the distance. As they stand on the sandbar, laughing, casting their nets into the shallow, he patiently waits to abscond with any tidbit they bring to the surface. Continue reading The Opportunist

I am not a religious person. Spiritual perhaps, but not religious. I want to believe and belong but I get stuck somewhere between blind faith and the father who sporadically showed up on weekends, always reeking of scotch, leaving me disappointed and seeing his flaws. Sunday was the day he would drop us off at our mother’s house, drive away in his big new car, to his big new life and his big new family; leaving us behind like so much dead weight and baggage; growing smaller in the rear view, until we and he, finally disappeared. Sunday has a … Continue reading A Wing and a Prayer

Sometimes, after running an errand; on my way home from the store or the pharmacy, I will take a left instead of a right. I will go around the bridge rather than over it. I will journey down an unmarked lane, where pavement gives way to dirt; see my cell phone warn “No Service” from its resting spot in the cup holder, hope I have enough gas and luck to see me through this detour, press my foot down and press on into the unknown. Sometimes I question my judgment when I find myself farther from home than I thought … Continue reading The Way Home

I noticed today, while continuing to plod along in our “library” (update coming soon I promise……) a peculiar thing. While shuffling through books and arranging them on shelves; while sorting and grouping and weeding and pruning, while making cuts and making room, I realized my husband and I differ greatly when it comes to the “heft” of our books. It is one of those things I have always “known” but never fully realized. Not until today. Not until I wandered the room looking for shelf space, his book in one hand, mine in the other. Not until I realized my … Continue reading The Long and the Short of It

They want out. She wants in. What they all fail to realize is that they already share the same room and occupy the same space. The only thing separating them and keeping them apart, is the door someone has closed between them…. Continue reading The Space Between