Clutching the Cold Rails Of the Rainbow Bridge

We walked Growlie Man, little Bingie Ding, to the Rainbow Bridge today. It was his time. Now, 5 hours later, he’s out under the cherry tree and I’m still here by the damn bridge, clinging to the handrails and watching the spot where he disappeared from sight.

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Something’s Gotta Change

…In our house, we’ve faced a few trials this year, but as I looked at the photos I was shaken. Our small measure of inconvenience and frustration amounts to absolute nothing when compared to the suffering that has descended upon the planet…

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Apparently, Resoundingly Yes

My breakfast, served by the Professor with love this morning, was pretty good. Eggs on a thin Everything Bagel slathered with Laughing Cow Lite cheese spread, chased with a glass of reduced fat, lactose free milk, and lots of hot coffee. I have a few questions.

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Going Back to Go Forward*: the Girl from Snowy River Rides On

I guess you’re owed an explanation – if you want one. It was, after all, more than a year ago that I traveled to Northern California, writing about my trip back to the place that made me and about what I learned there. Spoiler alert: what I thought I knew then is much less than I know now and less than I’ll know tomorrow. I’m ok with that.

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GOODBYE AND SO LONG

In the weeks since I deactivated my Facebook account (and deleted Twitter, Next Door, and LinkedIn), I can’t say that I’ve missed any of them. Although muscle memory still has me reaching for the phone sometimes, it’s been surprisingly easy to set it back down.

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