A few nights ago, as the boo and I were cooking dinner, our girl Susie was – unsurprisingly – glued to our feet. At no other time does she wish failure upon us more then when we are handling food. For at least ten minutes, she was pacing back and forth, nosing her way between our legs, just waiting for a crumb to fall out of our hands and do a somersault into her mouth.
Hope springs eternal, baby girl.
Continue reading “Rest.”
I remember being at work one day, some years ago, on an especially stormy day.
Now of course, there had been stormy days before this day, and more would come. But this particular Tuesday stood out to me.
Continue reading “For The Birds.”
Everyone has, at one point in their lives, played the popular game “Simon Says.”
That is, unless you lived under a rock growing up.
Or your mom faked a litany of medical diagnoses that kept you isolated and fully dependent on her, therefore, you didn’t have the time (or friends) to play the game with.
Have y’all been watching that Hulu show about Gypsy Rose Blanchard?? Because OHMIGOODNESS, WHAT IS LIFE?!
“I let the dog out, or I let him in, and we talk some. I let him know I like him, and he lets me know he likes me.” – Kurt Vonnegut
Dogs can be so needy.
“There is peace even in the storm.” – Vincent van Gogh
Regardless of breed, age or gender, I think there are some things that all dogs love – or can at the very least, tolerate.
“You can’t teach an old dog new tricks.” – Unknown (but probably Socrates)
I like to refer to Susie as an ‘older pup’.
Yes, I realize that that’s an oxymoron, but here we are.
Growing up, my family wasn’t big on pets.
We did have a goldfish, appropriately named ‘Goldie’, who might not have been your typical “pet”, but was the closest thing we were ever going to get to the word. Continue Reading
I’ve been writing on and off for the last 6 years. Before I started sharing my thoughts on this blog, my words filled up the pages of dozens of journals and notebooks.
I first heard this said to me by my mom.
It was in reference to my relationship with my boyfriend at the time. She felt the need to tell me this because, in her words, I was getting a little too comfortable around him.
You know the feeling.
You are praying, believing and wanting more for yourself. You know you can be doing so much more, if you were just given the opportunity.
Yet time after time, it’s not you, but someone else.