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Dogs Thwarting Death
My shin has nearly stopped itching . . . and after only four weeks. It’s not the Edenpure‘s fault. I love that thing and it kept my dad warm when his circulation had slowed. No, it’s my fault for leaving it in the sunroom, in the path to the back door, and jaunting out there Read more
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Curiously Pensive
Perhaps the finality of our earthly existence is not how many heartbeats or how many breaths we take, and not even the moments that take our breath away. Rather its how our brain and our heart are married to each moment. Perhaps life — how we lived, when we get to go home — is Read more
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Soul
Brandy got embarrassed. She was our beautiful and sweet Airedale terrier. She was graceful and elegant, and she loved my dad more than life. And Brandy smiled when she was embarrassed. I remember her not quite jumping high enough to clear a low fence and occasionally stumbling when we were out hiking, and she had Read more
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Aging and the Antichrist
I’m hanging with Mom again, working from my childhood home for the week to help her out and to just be here for anything she needs. There are no excuses for the indefensible acts carried out by corrupt priests. As my mom has always said, “There are popes in hell.” That goes for anyone who Read more
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Purpose
I know it’s not all on me. Yet, why do I so often feel like my failures are more severe than other people’s? Many of my transgressions are not what most would even consider failures. You know: Hmmm. A lot of my transgressions, it appears, are connected to not having cash on me to help Read more
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