A love letter

This is a love letter to the world. Earth is our amazing home.  Although I’m writing a trilogy involving another planet, and I’m reading Aurora Rising (Aurora Cycle_01) by Amie Kaufman and Jay Kristoff, and I watch Babylon 5’s adventures, I doubt if the vast distances between stars will ever be breached by humans. UnmannedContinue reading “A love letter”

More Thoughts About Change

I miss my weekly yoga classes. I attended them for more than twenty years, but during Covid, the studio closed down, they sold the props, they sold the building. Caput! No more yoga classes near home. I’m thinking about exercising self-discipline and practicing at home. But it won’t be the same. In a world undergoingContinue reading “More Thoughts About Change”

Gardening in this time of COVID

These last several months, I’ve stayed busy with writing, but any time I attempted a blog, I set it aside, unable to complete it. This time I’m going to post! I love growing winter squash, but living in the southwest, I’ve had very few successful seasons since we’re plagued with squash bugs, and they seemContinue reading “Gardening in this time of COVID”

Hurdles

The nippiest day of the year—so far. Sophie resisted going for a walk this morning—she was far too cozy on the couch—so I put her in her jacket and she hopped down. The wind has effectively swept the sidewalks clear of leaves, but Sophie’s first hurdle was leaping the dam in front of the doorContinue reading “Hurdles”

Attachments

I’ve always been attached to home—no matter where home is. Sophie has her own attachments. The rule at the park is: All dogs must be leashed. I got in trouble once when meeting a neighbor with his two dogs. In order to keep from tangling leashes while the three sniffed and swapped ends, I releasedContinue reading “Attachments”

Third Time’s—Another Harness?

Sophie and I are serious creatures, aware we’re a couple small blips in the big world. That doesn’t mean we don’t react—to bullies and threats—real or imagined.  We’re also obstinate where we believe we’re right. On walks, only one of us gets to be right. We have our stand-offs. Some days she wants to goContinue reading “Third Time’s—Another Harness?”