Poodle #1 won first round of Pretty Pretty Princess. Poodle #2 wasn’t pleased.

This morning I woke up with a tightness in my chest and a sad wistfulness that I couldn’t place. Driving home from school drop off it hit me: it’s 20 years since my mother passed away. Here’s a piece I wrote years ago that serves as my eulogy. www.bostonirish.com/commentary/2...

Dogs are the best because sometimes it’s fun to go to the doctor and the diagnosis is either A) indigestion or B) certain death in a matter of hours.

My trandeacantia plant (aka Wandering Jew (although we don’t like the colloquial name and instead call it our “Sauntering Semite”) rooted in my Xmas cactus and omg it’s just like my interfaith family. Happy early Christmakkah! 🕎🎅🏼

Mentally I’m at a Pulp show.

“We harvest the fruit of hope to begin again to hope.”
crocuses for autumn, Sister Corita, 1980.