Things done with love always matter.
My heart, after decades of comings and leavings, is a brilliant web of gold.
We were there, noses pressed against glass with a line forming behind us. Waffles walked to the front of his cage, licked my hand (and barked at Art), and that was that.
I drove 250 miles this week, Plymouth to Brooklyn, NY. I’ve traveled I-95 and Merritt/Hutchinson/Henry Hudson hundreds of times. Traffic was light, the day bright, and for reasons that aren’t […]
Books I love include ones read to my children. Some are classics and some should be.
Celebrate birth and life and forget the potted plants.