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It was the kind of day that made even the wind too tired to move. The sun hung above the earth like a bell made of brass, ringing heat across rooftops and sidewalks and skin. Every corner of the world shimmered in gold and glare. On the edge of the park, five children found shelter… Continue reading The Place Where the Willow Cried

The light was different that day. It wasn’t just sunlight, it was honeyed, golden, as if it had passed through some unseen veil before it touched the earth. It shimmered over the hospital rooftop, poured down the ivy covered walls, and nestled into the garden where the lavender grew tall and unruly. It brushed across… Continue reading The Butterfly and the Blessing

Four to five times a week, I walk Quinn at a local cemetery. Today, we deviated from our normal path and ended up just beyond the hill where the oaks lean into the wind like old men sharing secrets. It’s a quiet place; humble, timeless, sacred. Quinn trotted ahead, his golden coat glinting in the… Continue reading The grave beneath the moss

My first Therapy dog team April 11, 2014 – Oct 28, 2024 If I Could Speak Before I GoBy the one who loved you with every golden breath: Abby If I could speak, just one last time,Before I crossed this fading line,I’d nuzzle close and lift my faceTo memorize your scent, your grace. I’d feel… Continue reading Remembering Abby

The fluorescent lights above buzzed faintly, casting a sterile white glow across the floor of the clinic. Behind closed doors, healing and heartbreak lived side by side. In the common room, usually filled with soft voices and tentative laughter silence fell like a heavy sheet. Her name was Alina. She was young, maybe twenty-three, with… Continue reading The stillness Quinn Knows

The six short steps leading to the back porch door of my childhood home loomed like ancient guardians. Each wooden riser whispered secrets, echoes of laughter, tears, and whispered confessions. I clung to the worn handrail, its splinters a tactile memory of countless ascents. Nostalgia surged, threatening to drown me. The air thickened with forgotten… Continue reading My childhood home

A story for Memorial Day and for the heroes that live on in the spaces between heartbeats:On a warm May afternoon that felt like a whispered promise, I took Abby and Quinn and ventured into the heart of a nearby forest. The sun painted the leaves with dappled hues, and the air hummed with secrets.… Continue reading A story for Memorial Day

Part twoAnd when the storm finally abated, leaving in its wake a serene calm, the man stepped out into the fresh, rain-cleansed air. The experience within the church had changed him, imbuing him with a sense of continuity and purpose. He walked away not just as a witness to the storm’s might but as a… Continue reading The tempest and the rainbow

Part one-As the sun dipped low, casting the world in a golden twilight, a lone man traversed the silent rows of an old cemetery. The air, once filled with the gentle caress of a summer breeze, began to churn with the foreboding whispers of an impending tempest. Above, the once serene clouds morphed into ominous… Continue reading The Tempest and the rainbow