Ode to Max

This homage is to my newfound friend. You shared your quiet peacefulness to many. The rewards were few; although, heartfelt gratitude plenty. Your hearing is nonexistent and sight inconsistent. The patients you brought joy too were eternally grateful~ for those brief moments of happiness. A sweet furry face and heart larger and more beautiful than

Angels Walking

Emily Dickinson must have felt this way, peering out the window, observing nature and animals romping around, seemingly safe, in their habitat. The pain ripping through my insides subsided for a moment, as I viewed the group of ladies as they strolled past. I glanced at the clock, nine, right on time. Angels Walking…kind, generous,

For Better or Worse

For Better or Worse Every day I walk B… Depending on the outdoor conditions and Indiana has diverse, unpredictable, weather; we go a quarter-of-a-mile or a mile. B’s getting older so a mile is her max. I generally let her determine which route we take and eighty percent of the time we go past the

Shadow of the Hawk: The Next Big Thing

In an effort to help my fellow bloggers promote their books (and my own) I’ve joined a blog hop. I don’t have any experience, so please join in our hop… 1: What is the working title of your book(s)? I’m excited to say I have two books being released in 2013. Pippa’s Rescue is a

Butterfly Life

April is a time of year that brings me great joy. Spring is a time of rebirth, sharp beauty illuminated. Grass greens, buds form on trees, yellow daffodils brighten while purple hyacinths sweetly scent the air. I love to stroll past the ponds in my neighborhood to see the mallard couples nesting in preparation of