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Losing Isabelle
Two hours before she died, Isabelle looked around, alert for the for the first time all day. Ned carried her outside where she peed for...
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The Journey
The needle in your weary legs
and you relax at last
your breathing slows your head
set down upon the pillowed floor.
Your eyes so calm and soft
your chest unfurls as you set sail
a final breath or two a gentle wind
and then your journey made and done.
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Three Feet at a Time
I let Isabelle out into the front yard with its fresh confetti covering of white snow. She is just three weeks out from having her front...
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Isabelle's New Years Message
Isabelle is still here. She made it to 2023! A few months ago I would not have thought this possible. But she seems to have settled into...
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You Will Know When it's Time
The rain is pouring down in buckets. I peer out my spattered windows to see trees almost entirely bare, save for the brown rust colored...
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I want my Isabelle
Driving home after leaving Isabelle at the hospital for a bone biopsy to confirm what I already know in my heart, I am left with all...
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Getting Bad News
Isabelle, my sweet beautiful golden retriever, who shares a birthday with my husband, turned twelve this year. When people ask me how old...
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At the Edge of the World
The surface is so still birds float like rubber ducks in a bath. Bobbing gently. Hundreds of them black and shiny in the October sun....
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It's been a bit
It seems like forever since I last wrote or posted anything on this site and for that I apologize. I have always been a great starter....
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Winter in April
TS Eliot says "April is the cruelest month". I choose to think otherwise. Yes it can be cold, and it can snow, and it can rain, and gray...
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Spring
The first day of spring The smells of spring are caught in the layers of worm laden leaves and pine needles spread out under my feet as I...
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Death is a Song
Death is a song I sing and sing and sing until my voice grows hoarse with it. It is a thousand shades of blue and green and red and all...
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Saying Goodbye to Griffin
Looking out at the Turquoise waters of Chalk Sound I am trying hard not to cry. Griffin is failing. I wonder if he waited until we left...
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Cassiopea
I am basking in a warm sun, watching magnificent clouds that spit rain at random moments, turquoise water so blue it seems unreal, and a...
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Morning Coffee
Standing in line at Starbucks, where I go out of desperation for my morning coffee, I watch the elderly gentleman ahead of me placing his...
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2/22/22
Today is my twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. I'll admit I'm surprised I am here. It is hard to imagine that twenty-five years have come...
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Vacation Jitters
The last time I was on a plane was over two years ago. I flew to England for a conference on aesthetics and health and then spent a week...
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Happy Valentine's Day
Oh my heart. From broken to unexpectedly full. Four days ago I was preparing to put down my old dog, Griffin, to stop the suffering of...
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SOS
Soft white snow a confection of clean covers the dark mud cracked river of today and tomorrow another flood or fire or storm the costly...
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