Muh Earl

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, … Continue reading Muh Earl

Recalibrating

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 … Continue reading Recalibrating

The Dead

Pic 1: "Ladyfinger, dipped in Moonlight, writing ‘what for?’ across the morning sky.” May this day and all others see us into skies speaking songs to the calm of a gentle world. DD2 and I were talking the other day about the 27 Club. It started because she’d told me how much she liked the … Continue reading The Dead

In an Oops/Fuck World

That moment when someone you haven't seen or heard from since you were 12 years old messages to tell you that although his politics are near-polar opposite yours, he’s been checking in on your Facebook for over a year to see if you’ve got any new political commentary and in the process realized that he’s … Continue reading In an Oops/Fuck World

The beautiful complexity of algae

And it was a time of great vulnerability.  But I didn’t know it then. Because at age 20, away at college, and in love with the future, I couldn't yet see anything except through the embedded resilience of youth and the dream that I knew myself well enough to be able to navigate hardship. So … Continue reading The beautiful complexity of algae