My Man
It’s time you get to know the man in my life. He is short, strong, and agile. And he is covered with the softest, glossiest black hair. Truthfully, Hank was a Daddy’s boy. It’s easy to see how that happened. Tim was the one who insisted that we adopt Hank despite my resistance, not because…
What will I do with them?
I time travel a lot. When you are 53 years old and have had a life of adventures, there is a considerable amount of memories to revisit. It’s not all easy to access, and it gets harder to tap into as the years go by. I like to think it is because of the vast…
Words
I am pretty sure I first began writing just for me. It started with poems at a very young age about the usual stuff – the sun, the moon, animals and music. They escalated in intensity in my early teens. It seems at the same rate as my hormones. A few months ago, while getting…
Scars and all
I blame Tim for the scar. The one on my leg. Another creative idea was in the works, this time at the cabin, the day I got the scar. Tim had bought a sheet of stainless steel, and for some reason it was laying on top of the coffee table, waiting for its final destination…
When you finally learn to love
The WORD love can feel pretty useless. I want to be very clear on that. It doesn’t even come close to representing ALL the different ways or times that I have cared for people. Family, friends, partners, pets. The waves. The moments. The phases. So, I rarely could I describe the extent of my feelings…