Party Poopers
The pilot project allowing dogs on the promenade is going well, according to the people walking the dogs. But as with most parties this one has a pooper (actually more than one pooper). These poopers are consumed with the parties doing the pooping and are kicking up a stink in the local newspaper and at […]
What the doodle
I like all types of dogs – I’m a confirmed dog lover, big ones, little ones, purebred or mutt, I love them all. I’ve enjoyed the company of a wide assortment of four-legged companions over the years but only recently have I had anything to do with doodles. I’m to understand that a doodle […]
Walking the walk
There seems to be a mixed reaction to the pilot project allowing leashed dogs to partake in a walk with their human on the White Rock promenade. The trial period started on Tuesday with much fanfare and local media to document the event – my thirteen year old Boston Terrier even scored five seconds of […]
Beach Culture
My dogs and I are now officially part of the regulars who frequent the beach walk — we have joined a coastal culture of people who hoof-it rain or shine. We don’t actually have a choice – the dog’s biffy is out the door, up the stairs and down the street. Although a bit inconvenient […]
The mountain
Sometimes his gone-ness hits me square in the heart – it’s a surprise attack of alone-ness, and I am done. Done in. Un-done. Done of it. I’m having one of those days today. I’m doing my best to stay busy and focused, to stay positive- but I am failing miserably. Grief is bullshit – […]
Making memories – Apple Sauce Day 2019
Apple saucing has become a family tradition – every fall for as long as the apple tree in the backyard has produced apples the saucing has been a seasonal chore. Like raking leaves in October, picking apples in September is an event. For years the applesauce seemed to just appear, it wasn’t a big deal […]
The tomorrows
There was a smoldering fire somewhere on the beach this morning, its fragrance poked my subconscious as I walked with my dog. I found myself leaning into memory – suddenly awash in nostalgia as the smoke drifted deeper into my yesterdays. I had visions of embers darting into the night sky like stupefied fireflies. And […]
Finding myself
“Are you the one with the frisbee dog?” She asked. I’d never been referred to as that one before – but I answered ‘yes’. The frisbee dog and I have become something of a sidewalk sensation in our new neighborhood – people point and smile at the clueless canine and he pads along, frisbee dangling […]
The First Flying Lesson
The first draft…. I’m cross eyed and skeptical and nervous and enthused – a mixed bag of emotions. The first draft of Writing From the Wound is ready for its first reader and I’m excited and scared to death in the same breath. I’ve asked one of my new neighbors to be the first reader. […]
I’m still here
I’ve been remiss in not keeping up with my posting scheduled – self monitored or not a schedule is something that should be respected. I have not written very much new of late but have been knee deep in blogs – choosing, sorting, editing. Organizing the Writing From the Wound posts has been all consuming. […]