I had to take Fronkles to the vet a few weeks ago, because something was off. When the vet asked what the issue was, I replied, “I’m not sure, but I reckon he’s been eating the bloody garbage.”
The vet, with a straight face looked at me and said, “What kind of blood was it?”
And I was like, “Wow.” Continue reading
Recently I made a friend who had a parent pass closely following our first encounter.
Nothing hurts more than losing what we hold most sacred. I have’t really stopped thinking of this person who I love during such a sad time.
I spoke with one of my favorite people earlier today about my lack of phone and slow, albeit gracious, embrace of anti screen-ville.
We exchanged “I love you” and plans… Continue reading
Two (an excerpt)
“We kiss in Sperlonga,” he promises. “…my voice is F flat, it’s terrible. I know this.”
“I only dream of you,” I tell him. “Every night. Every night, I dream of your touch.”
“Every dream, I feel your touch.” Continue reading
Namaste blah-g family
I’m sitting in the 2am moonlight, with very little clothing (ok,none), a glass of French rose and a lot on my mind; on the deck of my personal water hut – tucked away along the Tahitian coastline. Continue reading
Namaste blog tribe
So I’m leaving for Australia via Tahiti in about seven hours. I’m not packed. I woke up in tears. I don’t want to go, but I do want to go.
I have to go. Continue reading