absconded!

absconded!

a pair of jeans here. a shirt there. that belt that went with the perfect outfit. i don’t know about you, however, i can confess to having taken over a few items of clothing from the men i’ve loved and known. my dad’s blue, black and grey classic flannel Pendleton...
white shoulders and warm love…

white shoulders and warm love…

right now i have the most loving pup ever sleeping sweetly in my lap. he has his paws hooked lightly over my thighs and his head in my lap. he is snoring lightly, completely asleep and trusting while being held by me. every once in a wile there is a twitch or deep...
fear. real and imagined.

fear. real and imagined.

apparently our brains don’t differentiate true I’m-in-danger fear from the my-mind-made-it-up garden variety fear. our bodies feel both as if there is an immediate threat to safety. we hit that fight or flight response and our amygdala — the good old...
just promise me we’ll be all right

just promise me we’ll be all right

you promised me “we’ll be all right.” and we weren’t. i asked you to “hold me in your heart,” and it seemed you didn’t. i tried to hold on with all of my might. and it wasn’t all right. we both tried… heaven only knows the stories we both told ourselves to make...
… the fragility of life ..

… the fragility of life ..

a short, soft stubble of fresh fur is just beginning to grow back. fur that will cover up the nakedness and vulnerability so easily seen when it was shorn for his surgery. his “soft spot” is showing … “In each of us, there’s a lot of softness, a lot of heart. Touching...