There is supposed to be some rhythm to these things, I hear – an “at least once a something” schedule that one is on for posting, so that one’s readers need not be disappointed by one’s sloth-like writing habits. And besides, it’s What One Does. Can’t argue with that. During …
I’m starting to lift out of this grey place I’ve been in now for almost three months. I know this because a few days ago I found utter joy in teaching Addie to tolerate me balancing food on her head. She is not a dog with a huge sense of …
Howl at the Moon vocals Unfinished rough draft – click on the title to hear it Early yesterday morning just before dawn I found him, my partner, lover, and friend who’d been lost to me for so long. He was there in the song he’d played the day before, and that …
Realizing that you’ve been the frog in the pot for over a decade is something to come to grips with in and of itself. The level of New Ex’s non-communication is sort of shocking once away from the stove. The boys were at their dad’s when he moved out and came …
Well, sort of. Tightrope walking turns out to be best suited for people in tights (and a ten-foot pole – there’s got to be a joke in there somewhere, but I’m not in the mood), and so a few days ago I asked, “so what is our plan?” New Ex immediately …
New Year’s Eve has brought many pieces together in a brimming, messy basket. All the lights in the house are on, and I’ll be leaving them on – there will be no energy saving dark rooms tonight. Tonight I want it all front and center, tangible, visible, obvious. The brightly …
I’m a good cook, and cooking for people has always been something I enjoy. It’s also something I don’t think much about – cooking, communing around the kitchen, providing all that food implies is important to me, and I’m glad to do it. Parties and Thanksgiving feasts of course are …
In the spirit of Christmas, I will try not to kill Jake. Seeing as how a great deal of my holiday blues were due to being apart from him and his brother it might seem like an obvious choice, but he’s almost 17 so that evens out the scale. Jake …
Silent Night (click on the title to hear the family version.) I don’t think I’d ever really been scared before December 13th, 2004, the night meningitis tried to take Max down. He was just nine, Jake still eight for three more months, and it was Jake who woke me up complaining …
I saw a client today, the first one in a while. I’ve been “on sabbatical,” meaning taking a break from client work and trying to recover from the considerable burn-out that comes from dealing with anxious, sad, stressed and fearful people and animals every day. To help is wonderful; to …