Today would have been Loolie’s 13th birthday. The two Rons, my friends in LA, sent me this poem by Robinson Jeffers. I will read it aloud at Sand Beach when I scatter Loolie’s ashes. I am not lonely. I am not afraid. I am still yours. The House Dog’s Grave (Haig, an English bulldog) I’ve […]
Katy, I’ve got cancer. Giggles, and a shrug. Can you bake me some pot brownies And please give me a hug? Katy, I’ve got cancer. Tell me what you think. Should I hook myself up to chemo Or enjoy that mai tai drink? Katy, I’ve got cancer. I didn’t know you well. But I enjoyed […]
I will never forget you. Hey! You’d like this: Jesse and Briita’s twins were born today–a happy reminder that life goes on and on and on. And a Monarch butterfly is about to emerge in the garden. Loolie and I will go to Sand Beach today and wiggle our toes in the sand. This smile […]
Scott and Katy could not have gone to Goa without the help of a remarkable friend in Maine who dropped everything to drive 2,050 miles to our home in North Carolina (roundtrip) to take in Loolie and Hershey for what was then an unknown period of time. Maureen Farr already had her own dog Max […]
Some of the reason that the fence always looked so ramshackle was conceptually it was the Robinson Crusoe aesthetic …
Scott knew me so well. He knew I had to clean out the bag cupboard eventually. Today is the day and in doing so I discovered the surprise….
…Last night I caught a dream. I was seeing all of the flowers that I have recently planted out in my Anniversary Garden. But I was seeing them from a much different perspective, up close and personal. …
Much like the picture above where we only see his leg at the bow of the canoe, I know that Scott is off-camera somewhere, floating as if on the water. I’m floating, too.