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
My story about treating heaves in my horse and visiting the Owen H. Wangensteen Historical Library of Biology and Medicine
Last Friday I moved Luke out of his familiar home of the past five years to a new stable. Then Sunday, Steve and I did our first mini-bike tour — riding 56 miles to Carver Park reserve where we camped overnight…
In the not so distant past, my reaction to fear was to have panic attacks that turned my body into the enemy, which was a good distraction from battling ‘the thing’ that was making me afraid in the first place. Such attacks are rare now and when they happen, it’s on a smaller scale. Face your fears… that’s my current motto.
Last Saturday night, I dreamed that I had a baby — a beautiful baby boy, much like the one I had in real life nearly thirty years ago. But there were these people, there must have been five or six faceless beings, shadowed in dark hoods. They snatched my baby out of my arms and threw me out the door.
