our yard: spring heaven–
filtered crabapple flowers,
burgeoning aspen


red tulips bursting
while puppy and Daddy rest
for Sunday funday

crabapple city
beckons my perfect cycle
through pink and white parks

our yard: spring heaven–
filtered crabapple flowers,
burgeoning aspen


red tulips bursting
while puppy and Daddy rest
for Sunday funday

crabapple city
beckons my perfect cycle
through pink and white parks

miracles happen
when exhaustion hits us all
and we learn to love

national pet day:
for this ratty-haired puppy
i give way too much

pomapoo powder
won’t complain of April snow
snow play any day
a sunny Sunday
is made for panting puppies
searching for blue skies



sometimes all i need
in this upside down world
is a puppy’s love

in the eyes of dogs
no love is ever enough
they give, give, and give

I wish I could write you a letter.
But I have.
And sometimes it hurts to BREATHE.
To know the truth of the world we live in. To face the daily struggle that is parenthood in all its lice-ridden, ailing-dog, money-stealing reality.
To know that Failure begins with a capital F and follows me every turn I take. A teacher, a mother, a wife, a leader, a human.
Why is it so hard to be a human?
That’s all for today. And some lice and torn-ACL puppy pics for good measure.