Category: Feminism, Politics and Talking Dogs

Hold On

Someone will show up Haul away trash, scrape the paint Put things to rights. Soon. ___________________________ Photo credit: Photo by Ádám Berkecz on Unsplash

Parboiled

Like millions of Americans, I’ve spent the day metaphorically washing my hands, making 10,000 trips to the sink to scrub off the stink and disgust of last night’s “debate.” The president showed up to the debate as a drunk heckler. The guy in charge… Continue Reading “Parboiled”

43 Days

I’ve clutched enough pearls to sink a ship. I’ve also gone so high when others have gone low that I’ve floated on the air stream with the birdies. We created a murmuration, which, for those of you unaware, is a spectacular sight in nature,… Continue Reading “43 Days”

Through the Stones

The fear I thought I’d banished came roaring back after my husband went on a test drive with a salesman with his mask hanging below his nose. It’s that precarious – my bravado. Yesterday, around dinnertime, I scrolled through my phone to see a… Continue Reading “Through the Stones”

Today in Kenosha

The President of the United States is in Kenosha today, the place where, several days ago, a white police officer grabbed the edge of a Black man’s t-shirt with one hand and shot him in the back seven times with the other. Before leaving… Continue Reading “Today in Kenosha”

Bear Story

Several years ago, we sped home from a camping trip to be on time for dinner at a neighbor’s. We’d stopped on the way to buy a box of fudge as a hostess gift and had just enough time to strip off our camp… Continue Reading “Bear Story”

76 Days

This is how I am feeling about the election. Like my tail is going to be lit on fire any minute. 76 days. That’s how long we’ve got. When my ballot comes in the mail, I’m going to put it in the safe. When… Continue Reading “76 Days”

Hope

I feel like the nightmare of Trump is soon to be over. I feel like the ship that is listing so badly that the staterooms are filling with water will suddenly right itself and the water will pour out of the windows back into… Continue Reading “Hope”

The End of a Time

In her prime, she had long flowing gray hair. And flowing skirts and capes. I want to say capes but it was probably sweaters or shawls, it was a time when everyone wore flowing things. She had the look of a dispossessed queen coming… Continue Reading “The End of a Time”

The Darkest Hour is Just Before Dawn

At four o’clock this morning, I awoke to my husband stealing past me to the bedroom door holding a flashlight. I asked what was wrong, wondering if the home invaders were waiting at the bottom of the stairs, and he motioned that Punchy, our… Continue Reading “The Darkest Hour is Just Before Dawn”

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