The daughter who starred in this is now 21 and very responsible–employed and everything–so I think this 2016 Facebook post reflects her peak “stoner.” I can’t exactly remember but believe she did clean her car that day with “bleach and chemicals”—and thank god for that because how else would she even get cancer?—but it still… Read More The Flow
#fbf(2018) We ended up naming our first set of fosters Salzburg, Linz, Wels, Vienna and Austria and they’re all now on the next leg of their journey at the Best Friends Sugar House Adoption Center [now called the BF Lifesaving Center]. These kittens were an incredibly hard group. They were petrified at first which even… Read More Remember the love
What a dream I had, pressed in organdy, clothed in crinoline of smoky burgundy, softer than the rain, Was what I started singing last night after taking my youngest to the craft store so she could make a card to thank her favorite coffee shop for their ever-present kindness. What a dream I had,… Read More Sweet love of mine
My daughters and I today outside of Liberty Park Emporium after Julia got off early from tending the future (kids) to meet us so they could head to Idaho (James has a military thing) for the night. And right after Julia pulled up, a tabby cat crossed the street to come say hi and Julia… Read More Under a heavy sky
Just sitting in the parking lot of Whole Foods getting dictatorship updates via Twitter—since it’s the first time I’ve ever lived in a dictatorship and I want to be informed—and I had a nip slip while I was trying to get something out of my bra. And the nip slip was more like not really… Read More Holstered
Today, I woke at 5:24 a.m. to meditate. I’ve been meditating for 30 years—when I feel called to do so—and this morning I sat on my bed in the predawn—legs crossed, earplugs in—and made an event out of breathing. The last few weeks of 2019 into 2020 have been wild. Sometimes I think events ignite… Read More In Flight
Some pics belie the tenderness behind them. Because when I met introverted Earl–whose history included the passing of his former owner, the relatives for whom did not find new homes for his cats and Earl was put on the street–his eyes seemed almost too sad to overcome the emotional hesitation. And as a pet sitter,… Read More Muh Earl
