For Better or Worse

For Better or Worse

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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 houses of where dogs live. Those cute K-9s tend to look out the windows, doors, and bark. B, being a Sheltie, enjoys a good barking session.

The other day just past the yapping little dogs in the yard I noticed something out of place…not the same.

An older couple walked toward us. She appeared frail, grayish in color with scalp-hugging silver hair. The gent held onto her arm, supporting her as if to say I’ll never let you go.

The closer B and I got to the pair I recognized the guy. Every day he manicured his lawn, actually clipping with a pair of scissor-sized cutters. He never replied to my hello or B’s loud bark of a greeting. In early spring he had the sidewalk blocked off with garden string…which didn’t stop us from scaling the line and continuing on. (I’m very protective of B and we try not to walk on the street. Drivers in Fort Wayne are much like those in Italy…rules of the road are simply suggestions;).

Today, though, I halted B and we waited for the couple to turn into their driveway. B’s bark can be quite unsettling, and I didn’t want to upset the lady. It appeared, by the signs of cancer, she had enough challenges and toppling over due to a scare would make a bad day from the glorious sunny morning. However, I don’t believe the guy would let her slip from his arms.

From his crotchetiness I assumed he was a Scrooge, when it’s probable he is a nice man with a heart-wrenching burden weighing him. My simple observation was he cared for his lady and treated her with the tender kindness like he did his yard.

In my scenario of their marriage they continue their relationship even during the worse, clinging to what was and what may be.

Thank you for reading my musings. I hope you have a lovely day.


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jj Keller

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2018…What Awaits Us in the Year of the Dog?

Changes are occurring.

Nuclear destruction: an omen?

Our connection to the cosmos is becoming clearer, let’s reach for the stars.

Global warming is a real threat.

Women are universally becoming stronger. Me too is just the beginning.

Massive numbers of authors are creating stories and publishing through various avenues.

As a sheep…I can’t wait to see how the year will progress. What about you? What do you foresee in your future?

Snow: Be Careful What You Wish For

I couldn’t wait for snow. My favorite season is Fall followed by Spring, and 2017 Indian Summer went on for weeks. So when the first snow fell I celebrated.

IMG_1123Days later and shoveling the driveway twice, I’m ready for Spring.

My Sheltie and I walk in the dark…


this type of dog breed adheres to a schedule and she refuses to adapt to daylight savings time, which means we slip and slide along the crisp snow covered sidewalks and streets.

Spring (i.e. April) I await your freshness and warm sunny days.

Fisherman sailboats 11.24.13. John's Pass FL

Finding Your Voice


Our son rescued a little dog, Riley. She’s a tiny bit of a fuzzy dark ball. According to the vet, she’s about ten years old. We discovered she’d been attacked by a large dog and did have a liter of large pups. Which explains why she curls into a fetal ball when a sizeable dog comes close to her. Riley is adorable and highly intelligent, she fits wonderfully into our family.


My son, a cancer survivor, needed this connection, and Riley needed a home where she could be protected, provided consistent meals and care, and loved unconditionally. They clicked and the obvious love they share brings tears to my eyes.

Riley dislikes the sound of Velcro pulling apart and ducks her head if you try to give her a rub or scratch on her crown or behind her ears and she never barked.

Three years after becoming a member of our family Riley continues to curl when a large dog approaches and runs at the sound of Velcro, but she is getting better at dodging a hand coming straight on to rub her head. Most surprising of all, our Sheltie has taught her to bark.

The first time Riley found her voice was when a young couple, walking their two poodles along our street, laughed loudly. We have large windows in the front of our home and our Sheltie (four-year-old) likes to keep watch, protecting by barking at anyone silly enough to come within feet of our portico. Someone who is familiar with a Sheltie understands when I refer to her piercing bark. In the past Riley would stand beside her and watch, never barking. Time has passed and recently she found her voice, which is a deep husky full-bodied woof—completely in opposition to her tiny little body.

When our little survivor gave a yelp, she glanced at us with wide-eyed fear. Did she anticipate a kick to her shank or a knock against her cute little head? What had happened in the past to create fear for her?

We rushed to her and cuddled her, celebrating her comfortable freedom to be—Riley.

Riley discovered her voice, and she isn’t afraid to use her yap. We have a lot of beautiful doglike music in our home.



Coming soon: Memory of Love

Power, Family, and Loyalty: The coveted three can join a shifter and Valkyrie in love or tear them apart forever.

Tied to a tree in the midst of thieves, the Valkyrie Skogul wakes without memory of who she is or of the man she once loved. Using curiously deadly skills, she escapes. Injured and exhausted, a wolf befriends her and leads her to a house where the hunky owner’s eyes look strangely familiar.

Aidan Hall, former guardian of Hell’s Gate, doesn’t trust anyone. So when a beautiful amnesia victim he’s never met appears at his door, why does he feel a connection? Who and what he is will keep them apart. But when dark magik shows up in his woods, his guard intensifies. Is it Skogul or someone else?

When Demons flood through Hell’s Gate, can he stop them, or will the memory of love be the death of him?

The Valkyrie and the Marine
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Fantasies with spice and humor.
The Valkyrie and the Marine, Pippa’s Rescue, March 2014
Shadow of the Hawk/Dark Sun. He’s almost an angel and she’s pure temptation.
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