Time for Therapy

Since Dukey died, I’ve been finding it hard to do anything. Since Dukey died, I’ve been finding it hard. Since Dukey died… I hate those words. My beautiful, darling boy. Gone. It’s a salty, soggy journey – sometimes a trickle, then a flood. Sometimes a dry gulch and within seconds, with no warning, a boundingContinue reading “Time for Therapy”

The storm

The storm batters its way across the valley with frigid blasts tearing at your skin and freezing your capillaries. Unhindered, the winds roar over the plateau, plucking at every nook and cranny, scorning every memory. There is no kindness or comfort out there as the cold rips against you, and barbed wire scourges your unbelievingContinue reading “The storm”