12 Pups and Tears For A Good Dog
When the phone rang that morning a while back, twelve puppies lay sleeping in contented piles at my feet. Snuggled…
Never Other Than A Whole Being
Often weary of how humans elevate themselves as superior using self referential (not to mention self reverential) logic, I was…
Springing, Freshening
In the lexicon of farmers who spend their days with cattle, there are poetic descriptions. A first time mother-to-be is…
