13 Months

Thirteen months. It’s been thirteen months since I got my hair cut. Yesterday, I met with my gal and she trimmed me up good. Said I sure needed it. Well, ya know, thirteen months and all. Last time I went, I told her to chop it off. Seven inches of my hair lay on theContinue reading “13 Months”

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”