Ode to Flannel
Can one sing the praises of a fabric? One can.
Soup and solace
Duct tape, W-40…and SOUP
These hikes
I go to the woods.
What’s love got to do w/ it?
What’s love got to do with it? Um…EVERYTHING.
That first Friday
Lightening the load
Every little bit counts.
The hard part
Be there then. Be here now. Be here.
So many stories
On the road (path) again.
Me and mi mochila
On the road (path) again.
And then there were two
My life in cats
Sit with it
It is okay to be sad.
There is no otherwise
Resilience is a muscle.
Oh Barbie
The end, my friend
She let me tell this story.
Waiting for paradise
Dreaming of the life you WILL live? Or living the life.
These pages tell our lives
Books, spine out on the shelves, are entries in a diary we didn’t know we were keeping.
The utter random-ness of it
There are Random Acts of Kindness, and then there is just the utter randomness of life.
The Wheel is Turning
They. Them. We. Us.
Suppose
Suppose you want to be visible and invisible?