Pics of George and I during his full-service snuggle sessions complete with hug, tender paw to face AND nose, with capstone experience to include rolling over on my lap, gazing into my eyes, and listening to me talk about my shit. (from 9/2018) *** I turned 50 years old on October 1, 2018. I’ve… Read More Finding home
And I didn’t want my face to be puffy—and don’t like to upset the animals—but I was crying as I took this first picture. For various reasons that day, I couldn’t hold back the ocean and—as Killian and Smudge moved about their deck—painted my face with loneliness and afternoon sun. And science says tears carry… Read More Recalibrating
Sugar House Park, Salt Lake City, Utah, 7/4/2016 Worked (all felines: Izzy, Jack, Piper, Clark, Lucy, Darko, Todd, Burt, Mica—love them all); Graham and Lauren come over, Ellen and Julia join, Ellen’s friend ending his Ramadan; foster kittens, hard lemonade, shitty Malbec, salsa, chips, guacamole, ohdeargodwhydidIeatsomuch; Ellen/Julia to meet her friend, Livy/Lauren to little park,… Read More Diary of a 4th of July
[Pic of myself on the Empire State Building, 12/1999, newspaper pics from 9/12/2001, purchased in Reno] Eighteen years ago to the day, my ex-h, James, and I were in Reno. We’d driven the 8 hours with our then-2 year and 10 month old daughters, Julia and Livy, to combine James’ business trip with a visit… Read More Contrast
[Video link to 4th Mvmt in bio. I like this particular video because the conductor speaks to me and they include captions on the words of the poem, “Ode to Joy”]. Music is a faith that lives and moves us. Sometimes listening to certain pieces at the right time, I can know love breathing inside… Read More Playing our song
[Pic is not of our Yellowstone trip but I’ll have to dig for those photos; they’re on some computer somewhere. Ugh. This is Julia and Livy, I’m guessing at ages 6 and 3, with a backdrop that is very similar to the sights we saw on our Yellowstone trip] And it was a shapeless voyage. … Read More Yellowstoned
In loving memory of the bonding experience with Livy (DD2) where we move 18 years worth of flotsam from her old bedroom to her new one across the hall (some of which was actual trash; “what era of your life is this trash even from?” “I don’t know” and of course she doesn’t because she’s… Read More Hoarder-ifical
