on Reading and Writing and All the Speculation In Between
Where all my goals turn to ash, where my throat is held up by the knives of your passing, where my arms are emptied of your precious burden, and where my feet drag to avoid walking past all the trails we forged that now echo with your loss. -TMYC (2014) RIP Kyra January 26, 1998…
Today marks the 14th year since a remarkable Husky was born. According to her pedigree (the least of her value), Kyra was born January 16, 1998 of sire G’s Saxman Red Devil and dam Nikolai of Classy G in Charlottesville, Virginia. Last year she had to have a few rotten teeth pulled, and we’ve always…
The other day one of my Triberr buddies, @JustinBog, posted about Russell Blake’s Pet Wall, since his Zippy is prominently featured there. As I read the stories outlined on that site, and in particular Blake’s explanation regarding the inspiration for his latest book, An Angel with Fur, I was particularly moved by his desire to…
It’s been a month since we welcomed our newest little girl to the house, and it’s hard to believe how much she has grown and changed… Except when I do a picture comparison. She’s likely over 20 pounds now, and is starting to really evolve into her own personality. Her most endearing habit: Getting up…
I got an unexpected, early Christmas gift last night: A puppy. We had lost two of our fur-babies in the past nine months (one in March and one in September), and it’s hard to overstate the impact of grieving on your energy level and general ability to accomplish the things you’d like to get done….