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The Oaths We Take, The Rules We Break.
January is supposed to be a fresh, new start to the year, right? Full of promises we make to ourselves and one another, and we most often hear them at the end of a liquor-swilled dinner. People resolve...
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Learning your anatomy; it’s heart work.
February fluff is everywhere. And by fluff, I don’t mean snow. I’m talking holiday detritus. Red and pink displays adorn shop windows, enticing the eye with come-hither missives. Blooming roses sit in...
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O Brother, where art thou brain?
I spend a lot of time looking outside the windows. The views are truly spectacular: mountains, trees, silos, cows, woodland creatures, fairies and llamas. Okay, I took it too far. Everyone knows we...
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Sinning saints make red letter days.
Great gobs of people celebrate St. Patrick’s Day. And although this is a fine day to indulge in Emerald City colored food and drink, I think we’re missing the bigger picture here: WE NEED MORE SAINT’S...
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A little night music
I’ve not been sleeping well lately. The temporal length of night stretches endlessly, a slow, measured awareness of time. I close my eyes and try to center on my breath, but my active mind is...
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Well, well, well.
The well broke again, the hot water heater has a failed joint and there’s a leak in the basement. Apparently, no one has been feeding our dead plumber ghost. This guy is cranky and cantankerous, moody...
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A fairly faithful fairy tale
For the last two months I’ve been feeling like I belong in a Beatrix Potter tale. Maybe lodged somewhere in the index between The Tale of Squirrel Nutkin and The Tale of Two Bad Mice. In fact, there...
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The Gates of Hell
I live on top of a mountain. It just barely counts as one as far as qualifying height is concerned, but hey, a med school graduate at the bottom of her class is still called doctor. You pass....
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Out of touch
Panic has set in at my house. It’s as crisp and as tangible as hair-raising electricity, sharp as a floor full of tacks, and capable of creating irreparable organ damage from the anxiety-ridden heart...
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Hell is empty and all the devils are here!
There is a plague on my house. Or more aptly, there is a plague IN my house. Even more aptly, there is a plague in BOTH my houses. (The hound has a tiny cottage just outside the dog door.) It’s evil....
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Making your mark with indelible stink.
It all began with Brussels sprouts. As some adventures do. This one though, took an unexpected turn, a pungent hard left. It was dinner time. I’d fed the hair-covered creatures and gleefully realized I...
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The Road to Hell is Paved With Snowplows
I’m having one of those days. Everybody has them. Everyone is familiar with them. Nobody likes them. And we all nearly collapse with gratitude at the end of them. I call them: Good For Nothin’ Days....
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You Want to Step Outside?
You can tell a lot about a person by the way they drive. You can tell even more about a person by the way they drive AT YOU going 40 mph on a thin and curvy country road while you are out for a...
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Uncivilized Wildlife: One Big Bloody Battle
I’m a creature of habit. A couple of them I like and have come to depend upon—like sleeping, eating, and general brain function reliability. One or two have stuck around that I’m not terribly fond...
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Hairy, Huge & Unhappy: the Nature of the Beast
Nature is full of surprises. There’s the kind of surprise where you trip over a small nest that the wind inadvertently tossed out of a tree and discover it’s full of bluebird eggs. Love that one. You...
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Twas the Night Santa Ditched Us
‘Twas the Night Before Christmas with Earl by Shelley Sackier (and a little help from Mr. Moore) ‘Twas the night before Christmas, and throughout our old post Not a creature was stirring, ‘cept our...
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Blowing the Lid Off … Well, Just About Everything
I have often thought about how nice it would be to have a welcome sign painted and sprawled on a thick, arched board between two great posts on either side of my driveway, somewhere about two-thirds up...
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Snake Slayer or Civil Serpent?
I like to think of myself as a fairly capable woman. Okay, that’s a lie. I’d give my left lung to have other people think of me as a fairly capable woman. Uh … okay that needs even further correcting....
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