Memories Of My Uncle Bob

It’s hard to know where to start when asked about my memories of you. But they go back a long ways, that I know. I remember in my early years, spending a lot of time at Nana’s house, and that meant spending much of it with you, as she cooked, was baking or did the washing.I remember

To Grieve A Squirrel

* Warning: Today’s blog may be a little graphic for some readers. Please continue at your own risk, and have tissues close at hand. I love animals. Especially those with four legs and covered in fur. Cats, dogs, even small critters like guinea pigs and yes, the lowly little squirrels. I love watching their cute

Memories Of A Faithful Companion

Stepping out to the edge of the lake, a wave of emotion overwhelms me. Was it only two weeks ago that I was here last? Watching poetry in motion as Shannon joyously bounded over the incoming waves. I had known our time together was coming to an end, but it was too soon….far too soon.