There’s no convincing my dachshund not to eat a rock. If the definition of eating is swallowing, technically, she doesn’t eat rocks. She masticates them. I blame the appetite on…
Category: <span>Thoughts and Musings</span>
It blushes purple until the purple apologizes and fades pink into red. But the purple—that’s assertive. That’s uncommon. That purple causes him to pause, run his thumb over that blushing…
I have a persistent fear of our dachshund disappearing into a muddle of bone and fur beneath the wheels of a minivan hurtling down our street. This is not our…
I first meet Betty on September 25, 2020. Betty lived in 1774. Betty just has a first name, like the five, sweet-eyelashed dairy cows who shared the courtyard with her…
There’s this point in Odysseus’ quest when he lands on a shore the farthest point from home: the Underworld. Odysseus takes his sword and very, very carefully digs a…
We named our rental car “Blue Kula.” It sounded sort of like “Blue Koolaid,” which tickled my 1980s pop culture fancy, but also combined elements of our vacation on Maui:…