She shows up dirty, raggedy. Comes close, smells a foul taste, whispers in both my ears at once. “You don’t have enough. You’re going to run out.” Her words land as a cold stone in my stomach. I...

The nausea that had risen with me every morning since the end of September is… gone. Monday was my weekly call with Audrey, the VA I work with in the Philippines. She does many things, the biggest...

…no. No, I don’t want to do this anymore. Not this, these Sunday notes. These I love. These make me happy. I like to learn and share what I’ve learned, and sometimes, it resonates with another...

Roxie is back to her normal, curled-tail up with white underside showing, one tooth sticking out, scrambling-by-the-front-door ‘Let’s go outside!’ self. I am not. Our near miss sucked the wind out...

I’ve never let any of my dogs sleep in the bed with me, not even Nemo after Trent died. But on Tuesday night, Roxie was in my bed, with pillows from my bed and my couch all around her, to keep her...

It’s as tall as my knees and just as wide. Dug from the earth, the color of earth, and carved with a  name: Nick Carnes. Roxie and I walk by it every day, nestled in Sawyer Point Park, a stone’s...