The Gift of a Morning
My sincerest wish as I remember Cookie is that all of you who read what I write, each of you
Read MoreMy sincerest wish as I remember Cookie is that all of you who read what I write, each of you
Read MoreI’m headed out to clean up my garden for the first time this spring, and I’m remembering Cookie having such
Read MoreAs the winter passes and spring slowly unfolds in the back yard I’m remembering the years Cookie and I spent
Read MoreAfter two years in my room in Carnegie Antiques, I’ll be moving out, fitting everything somewhere in this little house
Read MoreThe weather is unpredictable, and my tortie girls were glad I tossed the old flannel bathrobe back on the table
Read MoreThis post is really not about the gratuitous photo of Cookie reclining on my art table out on the deck
Read MoreI’m not focusing on photos of Cookie from last year—she showed up about twice a week just because. This is
Read MoreEvery year the winter opens up to a few days of warm intoxicating sun and mud in January and often
Read MoreNow what do you suppose they’re saying? I hardly think they’re sharing real “girl talk” about cute guys and new
Read MoreWell, look at those bright eyes! I remember this day, a wonderful winter Sunday afternoon with, of course, Cookie in
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