fissures
There are times when the steady routine of life takes a dip, spins out on the icy road of reality, and you’re forced to pause, look around, peer over the edge of the abyss. Like you said, everything was so normal… and then suddenly a fissure opened up. And in these times the veneer of … Continue reading
sweet tosca
My little black shadow, my Kiwi cat. You crossed the ocean with me. You were with me through three break-ups, five moves, the death of four grandparents, marriage, the adoption of two more cats and a dog. You grew up with me, comforted me, watched me mature from a confused twenty-four-year-old to an adult; you … Continue reading
Black and Sun 