Category Archives: writer’s life

thoughts, feelings, whines and wonderings about managing it all while trying to write

Happy Imperfect New Year!

Recently I posted an ode to imperfection, and the imperative to stop shoulding on ourselves. That nagging guilt of not being or doing enough, the Not Good Enough Wife-Mother-Friend-DogTrainer-RescueVolunteer-Hiker-CompetitiveAthlete… I’m exhausted and I haven’t even finished the sentence. Life is … Continue reading

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The Book or the Movie?

Asking A Lot exists as a manuscript, a full-length nonfiction work that explores my life here with dogs. Truth be told, I’m still writing and rewriting, revising and editing, and then writing some more. “Work in progress” is the clichéd … Continue reading

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It Snows Every Day

It Snows Every Day  We’ve shifted into the season that stretches from Thanksgiving to Easter on the mountain. Weather is no longer a matter of a forecast, but a comparison in the past tense: “how much did you get?” It … Continue reading

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Enough is Enough

I have five dogs. One is a puppy. All are herding breeds, or predominantly herding breeds (said puppy is 60% German Shepherd, 40% kitchen sink), all high drive breeds, all needy in different ways. I own my own business, making … Continue reading

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Ahimsa: Thoughts on Being Good

Recently a military working dog made the headlines due to her role in a raid. While I typically avoid writing anything overtly political here, this event and the media coverage and the divergent responses from the malinois community dovetailed with … Continue reading

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Amoeba Penguin Tire

I left at midday. The raven family in the spruce stand across the street sent me off with a guttural serenade heard through the open car windows. Ravens. My closest neighbors are ravens, their raucous cries background noise. My heart … Continue reading

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Soul Ache

“It’s dirty. All the houses have all kinds of shit piled outside and everything is dirty. And the weather isn’t helping.” Grim. Bleak. Gray is my favorite color but the red-brown-gray of Catskills road grit fails to move me, no … Continue reading

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