owen

owen

today’s post is dedicated to my parents’ beloved golden retriever, owen, who finally had enough of this silly world yesterday.  truly the sweetest boy in the whole world. and he knew it too. whenever we’d ask, “owen, who’s the best dog in...
POP!!

POP!!

POP! that was the sound of my front, left tire as i “turned” right into a chevron station yesterday. in my version of this story the curb had spiky, protracting thorns which vehemently besieged my exemplary, mother theresa like, clean-air giving prius. the...
hot august night

hot august night

 we don’t have many left. these hot, sultry, torpid evenings are starting slip out of our sweaty, open-palmed hands into an always arriving too-early autumn, with her unpermissive bedtime schedules, strict post-labor day fashion tenets, and vanishing,...