Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart

 We had a terrific thunderstorm over Saturday night, and then, before dawn, a visitor. Can you tell me, Mr. Toad, just where do your kind re...

 With the world seeming to go nuts, it feels kinda funny to write about my dealing with cancer. A bit like navel-gazing. There's nothing...

 Have you heard of kintsugi? It's the art of repairing cracked pottery and ceramics with powdered gold or silver, mixed with lacquer. Ea...

Barb took this picture on leaving for work the other day. I'm writing this at the end of a very long night of severely worse metastatic ...

 We've come to a dreadful place where hate rules above all, but there is still some ample grace; the tides still rise and fall, and ther...

 I have seen the news this week, and I have vengeance in my heart. I would dearly love to wreak havoc on those who tore apart  the fabric of...

 I'm sort of too ill to put up a meaningful post today, but if anyone wants to know what life with a lot of dogs is like...the read-alou...