I was meditating a while ago and put out the question to the universe, “Who am I?” I know. I’ve been asking that a lot lately. I really hadn’t expected an answer so I was surprised when the words that came into my head were “Truth Teller.” What? No I’m not. If I was, I wouldn’t keep…
Prologue: I wrote this for a reading at my writer’s group to discuss where I am as a writer. WARNING: It contains some swearing and crazy-ass thinking. I’m still grieving the loss of Luke. And it appears any time you suffer one loss, it brings up feelings from all the other losses in your life….
In late September, I made the hardest choice anyone who owns an animal ever has to make
After making my escape to Gunflint Lodge, I return home to routine and duty and wonder how to hold on to a bit of wildness.
My story about treating heaves in my horse and visiting the Owen H. Wangensteen Historical Library of Biology and Medicine
I write, because I lose myself and the world around me when I don’t. It feels like creation. Like evidence that I’m still here and there is time.
