In the morning we rise when Daisy cries. She cries to be released from the crate. I reach in, retrieve her, and she and I go to Pepper’s crate. Daisy bounds in with bunny jumps and face licks and face…
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Hello Bacon Friends! I hope you wake to a cool Sunday morning with late summer flowers lingering in the yard. I hope you have milk in your refrigerator. I hope you have a good dog – or spouse – or…
Dear Bacon Friends – I just spent several nights at my parents’ home, and in my mother’s garden the flowers were whispering rather loudly amongst themselves… In the magical garden September Cle – o – me feel bound by the ground…
The other day I loaded Pepper and Daisy into the car along with their boundless energy and enthusiasm. Sometimes it feels like I have four dogs instead of two. We drove to Miss Kitty’s, where Daisy goes to doggy daycare,…
My couples’ book club just discussed “True Grit” by Charles Portis, one of the finest, funniest books I’ve ever read. I was out of town for the conversation – DARN – but some of my book club friends were happy…
I feel unmoored, I told my family, on day ten in the twilight zone. On day eleven, I drove back to Nashville…
Half the time I feel like yelling HELP or EMERGENCY because the virus messes with your head after a while even when you don’t – yourself personally – have the virus.
In the dog days of August – and the double-dog days of Covid 19 – we seek solace where we can. You might find me eating Jeni’s Buttermint ice cream or watering the flowers obsessively. My older daughter and I…
Cities across the United States rang bells to celebrate the ratification of the 19th amendment in August of 1920. Though the crucial, tie-breaking vote had taken place in the Tennessee legislature, Nashville remained quiet. A streetcar strike required his full…