At the end of the day two cats sit in the window, sunset facing, while my husband walks the trash to the curb. Two fresh bodies are tucked into bed. Two still-dirty ones stretch the last minutes of daylight in the yard. There was some discussion this...
Yesterday afternoon, the setting sun tinted the fog a rosy pink and the trees, darkened by the rain, stood out stark against a backdrop of cotton candy. It looked like a scene straight out of a fairytale. Today great gusts of wind work to sweep away the...
The wood is slow to burn this morning, reluctant and stubborn. Leaning into the stove’s metal mouth, I draw deep breaths and exhale with force in a steady rhythm. This must be how God hovered over the still body formed from the earth, the slow, stubborn dust pressed...
(Photo Credit) Most mornings I’m up by six with the goal of ingesting equal amounts of caffeine and silence before the clock strikes seven and the kids tumble down the stairs. This morning when I plopped down on the love seat with the first warm cup of...
Perfect, our lanky kitten with white paws and chin, welcomes me to the day. I carry her tucked under my arm and close to my chest and she rattles and shakes with a crackling purr as we descend the stairs together. I welcome the day with a large...
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