One Sunday, I’m hanging out with *fam-ends. As the day wounds down, I run to my house to take fresh dry laundry off the line and care for Chico, my little dog. I finish my tasks and head back out. In typical me fashion, I have my hands full. I stuck the key in theContinue reading “Breaking In”
Tag Archives: Chico
What the Stank?
Sleep is a welcomed friend. I need it so. My mood. My body. My spirit it mends. Images flood my mind. I toss to and fro. I wake with my eyes pouring water. My nose is on fire. My throat is tight. It feels like hot solder. I am drowning in the mire. Breathe, breathe,Continue reading “What the Stank?”
Scaring Yourself
I love darkness. It’s calm, peaceful and relaxing. I enjoy it even more after I got my dog. When things go bump in the night; if they are scary things, he’s on it. Barking like the world is coming to an end. If it’s nothing, he never moves. He’s been an added level of comfort.Continue reading “Scaring Yourself”
Rakin’ the floor
The other day my best friend calls me and asks, “what are you doing?” “I’m rakin’ the floor.” “What?” “I’ve tracked in so many leaves taking Chico to the bathroom that I’m havin’ to rake the floor.” She paused for a moment before erupting in laughter. 😂 Authors note: fall in Kentucky, love it. 🍁
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