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”

Mud Month

According to Wikipedia, the Old English for February (before the Julian calendar carried all before its logical,Roman domination) is Solmonath which means Mud Month. And to be fair, January went out on a prolonged downpour which has left us surrounded by thundering waterfalls, bursting rivers and the perpetual sound of water crashing over rocks andContinue reading “Mud Month”