Today I received some sad news at the microcosm. Louie the Loaner Dog, who has visited here several times and who taught me that not all chihuahuas are yappy and snappy, passed away during the holidays. I will miss his cuddles and frenetic playing with his rat toy as well as his sweet and gentle disposition. Such a character, our little Louie.
Louie in August of 2018 with his favorite rat toy.
Louie, dear one, you were much loved and you will be missed.
Dad always called my daughter, Natalie, an “old soul.” Maybe because she’d listen to his old Julie London and Frank Sinatra records and knew those lyrics better than most of the contemporary music or because she read the poetry he liked, could recite Donald Hall and Pablo Neruda (in Spanish), and even wrote her own poetry that was spellbinding in its ability to discern truth and display a keen knowledge of nature. Continue reading →
The questionnaire asked me about the best dog I ever had and what could be improved. That felt a little like someone asking me to choose my favorite kid. My favorite dog and what would make him better? I listed my dogs and what I loved best about them. Each was a miracle in their own way. All simply wonderful, beautiful, extraordinary, and loving. Continue reading →
Blurb: Lucille Howard is getting on in years, but she stays busy. Thanks to the inspiration of her dearly departed friend Arthur Truluv, she has begun to teach baking classes, sharing the secrets to her delicious classic Southern yellow cake, the perfect pinwheel cookies, and other sweet essentials. Her classes have become so popular that she’s hired Iris, a new resident of Mason, Missouri, as an assistant. Iris doesn’t know how to bake but she needs to keep her mind off a big decision she sorely regrets. Continue reading →
Blurb: For the past six months, Arthur Moses’s days have looked the same: He tends to his rose garden and to Gordon, his cat, then rides the bus to the cemetery to visit his beloved late wife for lunch. The last thing Arthur would imagine is for one unlikely encounter to utterly transform his life. Continue reading →
Yep. Today was not a good day for me. We all have them, and we all push through because we have to.
I wrote something in the wee hours after seeing the prompt, edited a bit, went to sleep, and then this evening decided that I wouldn’t submit it for the free-write. The plot needs a bit more delicate handling, which I wasn’t feeling today.
I had a second idea wandering around in my head partly based on a childhood experience after a death in West Virginia, so I ran with it, so to speak. At 11:15 pm. Unfortunately that means I haven’t rummaged through the words the way I normally would and already picked up something that typically I would have re-written. As always, I consider this a learning experience.