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The Days My Body Remembers Before I Do
Over the past week, I've been feeling a bit off, more teary than usual, and having a hard time focusing or sleeping. I haven’t been able to pinpoint why, especially since Memorial Day weekend doesn't spark any particular memories. But social media has an uncanny way...
(Stay at Home)Travels with Chip: Keanu Reeves and Goat Cheese
(I bet I have your attention with that crazy title!) It is no secret that I miss Chip, and anyone who knew us could plainly see that I never had much patience for violent ‘man movies’. Chip, on the other hand, was a good sport who sat through the Hallmark movies and...
Birthday Wishes for My Sweet and Gentle English Bulldog
Seven years old today. To Miss Tillie, it’s just another day. To me, it’s a celebration of a little soul who has no idea of her worth. For her, a birthday is like any other day, because dogs don’t mark time the way we do. Tillie doesn’t count years or understand loss....
The Days Persist, and the Questions Endure
Some nights feel endless, and some mornings are so hard to face when I wake up. For a moment, I forget that Chip is not lying here with me. The truth feels like an evil, unforgiving roommate, pouring heavy, undeniable words into my mind. Time seems so strange now....
Let’s Talk Prosecco and Proper Prosecco Etiquette
It is no secret that I love Prosecco almost as much as I love strong coffee and any type of cheese, which is saying a lot for something that cannot be sliced, melted, or poured into a mug. Prosecco is bubbly, endlessly drinkable, and nowhere near as pretentious as...






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