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It’s been three years. We still miss you Willoughbuddy. ❤ ~ <center></center> Waddling’s the word for the way Willoughby walked. Willoughwaddles. He was an old man when we adopted him. But as slowly and arthritically as he moved 95% of the time, he was still ready for an occasional mad dash when we played hide…

A written memory from 5 years ago that still feels just as relevant today. ~ “Eeyore, the old grey Donkey, stood by the side of the stream, and looked at himself in the water.‘Pathetic,’ he said. ‘That’s what it is. Pathetic.’He turned and walked slowly down the stream for twenty yards, splashed across it, and…

What if every time you spoke to someone, you first stopped to remind yourself that the person you’re about to speak to is a human, just like you? With feelings, with needs, with scars, with longings, with heart . . . And that to be human is a miracle. Sometimes a powerful miracle. Sometimes a…

Nobody actually says–or at least nobody actually gets to say–that just because you’re a “grown up” now, you have to stick to the sidewalk. Hop up on the wall, if it’s calling your name, and teeter your way along in the sky above the sidewalk for a while. Or abandon the sidewalk entirely and crunch through…

I get love by pleasing other people. It’s my little trick. If I make enough people happy enough of the time (all people all of the time), I won’t be alone, at least I’ll be able to tell myself I’m not alone, or I think that was the plan. I feel a sense of power…

A written memory from 5 years ago. ~ For a while last year, especially after a head injury, I started feeling like my whole world was falling apart. Like everything was fragile and everything was dangerous. I felt terrible doubts and fears about so many things I’ve trusted and depended on for years. At first…

It’s been 4 years. Remember that weekend, when everything shut down, and the preciousness of life suddenly got really close up and fragile? Written when the COVID-19 pandemic hit . . . ~ There is still that soft breeze you can feel touching your skin and blowing gently through your hair when you go outside.…

Really. You don’t. “Don’t miss the sunset! 9:28 PM” So said my weather app the other day, and I spiraled into a cynical frenzy. Here’s the thing, damn it. I am so busy. I can’t add the sunset on top of it all. And actually, I can, and the sunset would be maybe the best…

Do you ever imagine what you’d say to younger-you if you had the chance? Life is really wonderful and beautiful and full of magic and excitement and love. But life is also weird for each one of us, sometimes a really tough kind of weird. The kind of weird that can make you feel lonely…

What if you free yourself from the need to get “good at” something? The world is full of adventure–singing, making a story, rock-climbing, poetry, cooking, improv, skiing, paddle-boarding, reading confusing scientific studies, decorating a home, building a thing, volunteering, yoga, drawing, meditating, learning a language, hiking, trying Ethiopian food, spending a weekend photographing nature .…