The natural world, life, and dogs.
I’m reading Once There Were Wolves, by Charlotte McConaghy. I’m terrible at book reviews, so I won’t attempt one here. Besides, I’m only two-thirds through, although I'll finish it this weekend. Let’s just say that as literary fiction – with a murder mystery, family dysfunction and possible romance – it ticks a lot of boxes.… Continue reading Fear
I’ve been wrestling with myself. A fierce internal battle for over three weeks now, and I’m exhausted. Should I write about “the incident” I hinted about in my last post? Or try to let it recede into my psychic background, let it die from lack of oxygen? And if I do write about it, how?… Continue reading Fear and Anger: A Toxic Mix
Wild Sensibility 