The Cemetery of My People, Part Two
Road trips have a feeling of being unstuck anyway, but this trip to the land of my people was like...
Traveling to the Cemetery of My People, Part One
Mister is barking in a steady rhythm. His metronome bark. Consider it a warning siren. He knows. There is a...
Jolene’s Family Reunion Isn’t Just Fun and Games
Mister would like you to know that we had a record two naps in one day. We were staying at...
Jolene’s Nose, My Ears, and the Death of Embarrassment
May I brag? I have celebrated the death of embarrassment. It was a freedom I gained by competing horses. Horses...
The Dog Barn and Literary Lounge
Just a reminder, dear reader. I'm a horse trainer using all I know to raise a puppy. If your horse's...
We Don’t Recognize Jolene
Jolene says, hurry up, would ya? I am not dawdling. I'm getting my hearing aids, looking for my outside glasses...
Being Cantankerous Because I Feel Like It
Last week I raved about my beautiful but desolate riding arena at the front of my little farm. My other...
Aging Cantankerously: Downsize This!
Ten days after solstice and it's already staying light longer. Want to wish me a happy one-year-older? On January first,...
The Year-End Tally. Call It Aging Cantankerously
It's the limbo week between Christmas and the New Year. The sunset of the year, if there is such a...
To Have a Dog Like Jolene
Mister is trying out his new self-appointed position of Joy Police. Someone has got to put a stop to...
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