I sit for a while and enjoy the smell of rambling roses hanging over the wooden fence. Mavis also tips her head backwards sniffing like a mad dog searching for perfection with a nose that divines the beauty of sweetness. We both roll around on the odorous mixture of...

I confess to enjoying the world of nature where the mockingbirds laugh at us, confuse us with their sounds, and make us believe a robin’s chirping in the nest we carry on our heads to keep the rain from dampening our hair and the fleas from yanking at our good time....

Sleep eludes me. It passes by and lands on Mavis snoring lightly on the pillow next to mine. The moon shines on her soft hair and exposes her vulnerability. I wonder why dogs give humans the time of day only to be exploited in countless ways but occasionally find...

Yesterday, I watched my new neighbor spraying his flowers with a noxious agent determined to destroy the ground underneath his sturdy work shoes. My dog Mavis and I hung over his back fence hollering at him to bring his ear closer and let me whisper a few suggestions...

I want to lie down in a bed of flowers next to my dog where the sun graces us with a shimmer that warms our toes and tells me it's okay to be crazy now and run my tongue over a daffodil and tickle my dog's ears with bamboo grass. Life takes turns playing with me in...

Every day I mosey my lazy butt down to that Zen guy’s gussied up garden and rest my nerves. They’re shot from listening to my human person talk endlessly about Mr. Darcy coming to dinner. I don’t know whether I’m in a sitcom or a romance novel. My life doesn’t feel...

Childhood caused a disruption to my soul. It leaned heavy on my tender heart and left me breathless from sucking in the fumes of other people’s anger. Agitation can ease its way into a small being, who has no defense against hot and nasty words that fly through the...

Today’s one of those slow-moving days that bother me with the heaviness of my own pondering on all the sad lives spent in cages because families thought they were running for freedom. It is a day my dog wonders why I’m hanging around his neck searching for comfort and...

Sometimes, I go about life in a querulous syncopation of jumbled thoughts and brilliant ideas that only I understand. I can tell what I mean by studying people’s expressions. If they laugh, I’ve blundered into one of my absurd notions God has put us here to perfect...

Life tugs at me with many questions. Last month my mind took flight and pondered the notion time moves in slow motion when young but when slipping beyond sixty, the years fly by without allowing a person to enjoy an idle day. Options dwindle and the body becomes heavy...

Often times my friends dismiss me as being dramatic when I relate an anecdote about some recent encounter that left me convinced human behavior may have taken a turn for the worst. Just the other day in the produce department at Whole Foods a man walked up to me while...