One purple bandana.

I remember losing it in the grocery store, salty tears in the bacon aisle. It was months after we lost Grandma. The grief hit me like it had just happened. Pal passed away six weeks ago, on the same day Grandma passed three years ago. This didn’t feel like a coincidence, not that I knowContinue reading “One purple bandana.”

Used to.

I used to wonder what the non-dog beach was like– I imagined the water was an even brighter turquoise, the sand was softer, there were no bugs and certainly no dog poop left by irresponsible humans.…today I learned it’s not so great. It’s rocky and of course the water is the same and it’s fullContinue reading “Used to.”

Zig-zag.

When you have a dog, you usually know the other dog owners in your neighborhood. You often see them every morning and evening, you know which dogs you should avoid (Ziggy. Always zigzag from Zizzy), and you start to wonder and worry when don’t see them. I knew my neighbors would be wondering about PalContinue reading “Zig-zag.”

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Making Friends

Growing up in the early nineties, I remember slapping a bracelet on someone’s wrist and being their friend for years to come. It is not that easy now. 

Or is it? Perhaps we just do not have the courage and whimsy to approach someone with a slap-on bracelet and give it a slap.

Travelling Typewriter

I love words, people, places and quirky words, quirky people, and quirky places. So if you’re feeling like a bit of an escape, click here. You’ll be transported to a mountaintop in New Zealand, a field of wildflowers in Idaho, or my grandparent’s community pool in Florida. Hopefully you’ll learn a new word from Dictionary.com’s word of the day and bring it with you on our adventures.

Dog Distraction

Tired of reading? Are you an introvert that has used up all of her words? Honey, take a break. Grab your coffee that you forgot is still in the microwave, put your feet up, and scroll through pictures of the polar bear, Pal. Let your mind go for a bit. If you scroll for long enough, it’ll be socially acceptable to pour your glass of wine.

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