How hard it is to take Septemberstraight—not as a harbingerof something harder. Merely like suds in the air, cool scentscrubbed clean of meaning—or innocentof the cold thing coldly meant. It leaves us by degreesonly, but for one who seessummer as an absolute, Pure State of Light and Heat, the heightto which one cannot raise a … Continue reading It was September, that golden month
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Quitter
The craving hit hard and fast as I watched my young Australian Cattle Dog/Border Collie struggle to control her legs. Her brain and body were not communicating. I had rushed her to the vet to find that she was having a reaction to medication. There was a chance that the affects could be offset with … Continue reading Quitter
Coffee & Ice Cream
The side porch of my great grandparents house had a large screened in porch that looked out over the carport. The house sat between the two main roads in their small, rural Kentucky county. Many hours were spent on the porch watching cars head to one town or the other. This county had more cows … Continue reading Coffee & Ice Cream
Fear, grief and dogs
Jolene I have a sick pup. Jolene had been lethargic for a couple of days, but yesterday when she refused breakfast, I took her to the vet. I was worried because she was not her usual enthusiastic self that jumps with joy as I carry a cup of kibble to her bowl. Sick pups are … Continue reading Fear, grief and dogs
Friday Earworm
I work up happy, really really happy this morning. As I was preparing my oatmeal and tea to go, I started to sing to my dog. Then I got my Echo Dot to help me out. Next thing I knew the dog and I were having a full on dance party in the kitchen to … Continue reading Friday Earworm
Calling on Epiphany
It has turned cold in Tennessee. I was looking for a thicker pair of leggings to wear to walk my dog. After grabbing a pair I bought a couple years ago at Target, I felt my body give the equivalent of YUCK, so I put the pair back on the shelf. That’s when I stopped … Continue reading Calling on Epiphany
Good Dog: The Brave Huntress
It was a non-blistering, midsummer Saturday in Kentucky when Dad parked the truck and horse trailer in his usual spot at the trailhead. As I was helping unload the horses, I noticed a very happy, young beagle coming through the parking area towards me. There was only one other group in the lot, so I … Continue reading Good Dog: The Brave Huntress
The Yoga Cowgirl 