Sunday, December 30, 2007


Tuesday, December 25, 2007

WinstonChurchill saved my life

This is WinstonChurchill. He is an askal, aka a mutt. I have given Winston 4 baths since we got him 3 days ago. Potty training has not been too successful but we try to make it work.

My first dog, Lucky, was more into finding his alpha (moi). Winston has no alpha. he's more a party dog, gets along with everyone, knows he's loved. He and Lucky are devoted to each other. Lucky even lets him share his food.

Christmas has been painful for us because my mother, who is deeply loved and revered by all her children, is not doing well. It has been a roller coaster ride that can drive one nuts. But I guess you could say, WinstonChurchill saved my life.

Sunday, December 9, 2007

December 3

I wrote this poem on this particular day: I don't yet know how to finish it.


Grief can turn
to many things
to pain, then blame
Guilt, long-held anger
And sometimes shame.

The old grinding axes
Resurface anew
and find new life
Grief does that, too

And philosophies, beliefs
Of how one should go
Intrigues, distrust, control
Hatred, grief can sow