Speaking Up and Letting Go

“How do you feel about drums?” he asks, his voice quiet and calm and steady, elbows on his knees, hands loosely clasped together and hanging down, his eyes looking into her small face. She looks up at my husband with her steady gaze, sweetly and patiently, her tail wagging ever so slightly, almost imperceptibly, as …

First Damn Day

Maisie is resting beside me, her front paws and chin in my lap, her hind legs curled under her, with her tiny body pressed up to my legs. There is a fire in the wood stove and we are sitting on a brand new, whipped-cream colored sheepskin pelt, a decadent welcome home gift we have …