Our dog is dying. And there will be more about him later because he has been sewn into my identity, our identity and his passing will not go without ripping some seams. But right now… we are waiting. I am … Continue reading
Treasures in Trash Bags
The sound of metal bits clacking around in the vacuum cleaner made my stomach drop. The earrings I had worn in rotation with a few of her other studs for the last year and a half were missing and now I … Continue reading