Voices Carry
(An audio clip of this post is available, here.) I carry their voices with me, the ones who have gone, the auricular memory of their once-alive presence brushing over my… Read more »
(An audio clip of this post is available, here.) I carry their voices with me, the ones who have gone, the auricular memory of their once-alive presence brushing over my… Read more »
When a streak of sunlight falls through a window, I am drawn to it. Catlike, I sprawl – stretching, curling, cuddling up in the beam of heat – soaking… Read more »
Methinks you’re in one, my dear… (He said he wanted to play with my feet.) (So I put him underneath them.)
He’s a mop-haired giant, both relaxedly floppy and alertly strong. He’s protective. Energetic. Good-natured. Inquisitive. Obedient. He’s everything a well-trained dog should be. And he’s all mine.