That is an intentional comma and exclamation mark, so you do not think I’m warning you, gentle reader, to watch out you don’t catch your nice knitted pullover on the thornier bits of antelope bitterbrush. No! I am warning the antelope bitterbrush that attempts to spread its scrubby, noxious weediness …
Another remarkable thing happened this past week. It was so touchingly, spookily unlikely, that the theme music from The Twilight Zone plays in my head every time I think about it. Every year for a very long time now, I’ve kept a notebook close at hand — not too small, …
I did a big sort-through of Timothy’s things this past Saturday. It was, of course, the anniversary of his funeral at White Eagle, and I guess I felt I needed to tidy my mind as well as the physical universe. Among the tasks: looking through all the camera SD cards …
This year of anniversaries is not yet complete. This Sunday will mark the year anniversary of the day we laid Timothy to rest at White Eagle Natural Burial Ground. We may be weeks away from the changing of clocks, and months from the Winter Solstice, but the memories that foreshadow …
I should start by explaining that Tim and I had been going to our beloved Dr Tess for almost a decade — a very long relationship for me and a dentist. I’d find a dentist (and even more important, a staff hygienist) I liked and trusted not to do me …
