Cotton Balls

Cotton balls. Curious how the most ordinary things can stir up in me a memory and a feeling in my body. And – weird – cotton balls?  Yep, those little white swabby things. I use them to take off nail polish. This particular cluster of white soft fuzzies came in the top of a supplementContinue reading “Cotton Balls”

Ode To FurButt

The alarm goes off. It’s early. But she likes to get out there before the sun rises. With sweats over pjs, I open the bedroom door. She’s there. Of course. Tail wagging fiercely. Of course. Fiercely, in love. With me. I’m her Person, Husband says frequently. I think he’s right. During our day, she’s neverContinue reading “Ode To FurButt”