“Half log. Step down. Full log. Step over. Something on your right. Stay to your left. “ Dan’s voice was steady, almost rhythmic. “Full log.” I stepped carefully over the log, my foot finding a flat place on the trail. I stole a quick glance to my right. The pale
People ask me if Hedy ever gets to be “just a dog.” They have the idea she is always in harness with that solemn, I’m-Attending-To-Business look on her face. I think they wonder if she is ever out of harness, even to sleep! Here’s a video I took of Hedy
It’s fall. At least it feels that way. All of a sudden, the bright, dry blaze of summer collapsed into crisp mornings and cool evenings. Is there such a thing as Fall Cleaning? For the first time in my twenty-five years of living here, I have been in a re-organizational
I admit it. I was burned out. Even though I loved what I was doing, I had been hitting it hard, striving for certification in The Emotion Code in the six months allotted to meet the requirements. First I powered through the coursework, feeling like a steeplechaser jumping hurdles as
To be totally accurate, my commitment was neither immediate nor simultaneous with Dan’s. At first, I was curious and mildly intrigued. I figured it was Dan’s thing and I was just along for the ride. But by the third day, I had tumbled headlong into what felt strangely like Home,