An April Snowstorm

9am. No snow. Skipper goes out for her first pee of the day with no jacket. Success. I'm proud of us both.  Noon. Maybe an inch wherever it isn't just melting. Skipper asks me to go out (a win), I notice (another win), and she pees outside while wearing a thin coat. There's enough snow … Continue reading An April Snowstorm

Thinking of Bones

Of all the things this Russian-Ukrainian war makes me think about, I did not expect the catacombs of Paris to be one of them. And yet, now that they're in my head, it makes perfect sense. Almost six years ago, I visited those catacombs and wrote this, which perfectly conveys what I'm starting to feel … Continue reading Thinking of Bones