My first dog was named Slipper. My dad had hunting dogs. Hounds, mostly, and utilitarian in his eyes. Slipper was a silver slip of a poodle, special, and all my own. I loved her with my whole heart. However, I was a […]
The part of my mind that keeps perfect memories lives in the October of my childhood. There’s the warm grey sky and orange pumpkins dotting quiet porches. The brilliant red and gold maple leaves resting on the tired, pale grass. When […]
I type “5 stages,” and Google follows with, “…of love, of change, of dying.” Yes. Google feels me. The five stages of grief, as described by the Grandmother of the hospice movement and author of On Death and Dying, Elisabeth Kübler-Ross, are: […]
… Grateful, by Evin King The next time you have the urge to drain the blood from your dark blue veins, and watch the redness of your problems drip down around you, please remember this: We will all eventually go through a […]
I’m a dinner-all-day kind of girl, but I occasionally eat traditional breakfast. When I eat eggs, I like them poached. A good Eggs Benedict is damn hard to beat. Bless you, Lemuel Benedict, for blackout drinking one night in 1894 and stumbling […]