Only YOU can get away writing about nothing with style and grace, exactly why I subscribe to this newsletter. You don't have to write news, all you need to do is show up and once in a while share news. Rock on sister, xx
Oh, those little reminders of our lost best friends. For me it is the nose marks on the glass sliders, the scratch marks on the entryway table where the treat jar was left, and the Scrabble tile “E” with tiny puppy teeth marks. They never really leave us do they?
This was brilliant. Brilliant writing. Visceral and I could feel your mood (though it may be presumptuous); if this is where the “blank” place leads, I’m inspired because it reads like the good stuff. Also, that bit about possibly finding Cooper’s poop hit me hard. I don’t know why.
Now this is the kind of news I would pay to hear. I love the every day news. This is the thing that life is made of and it’s wonderful. Also, I really really hope for you that this baby is born at the perfect time for both child and mom.
This is beautiful! The way you weave together the literal and metaphorical meanings of phrases about having nothing left is really creative. And the ending? Wow. Congratulations on your upcoming arrival! It sounds like you're facing everything with humor and grace.
“No news is good news”! I’m sitting here reading your piece in LAX and felt a “mild” earthquake (no quake will ever feel mild to me since I lived through Lome Prieta in ‘89). I want to be home in this quiet off season. Peacefulness makes a good story too. But OMG I can relate to the waterlogged grayed-out dog shit we find when the snow melts!
Only YOU can get away writing about nothing with style and grace, exactly why I subscribe to this newsletter. You don't have to write news, all you need to do is show up and once in a while share news. Rock on sister, xx
😂 thank you for this
yepp!! +1
Oh, those little reminders of our lost best friends. For me it is the nose marks on the glass sliders, the scratch marks on the entryway table where the treat jar was left, and the Scrabble tile “E” with tiny puppy teeth marks. They never really leave us do they?
For the longest time, I kept an old broken comb that I used to groom my late cat, with his white hairs still tangled in its teeth.
This was brilliant. Brilliant writing. Visceral and I could feel your mood (though it may be presumptuous); if this is where the “blank” place leads, I’m inspired because it reads like the good stuff. Also, that bit about possibly finding Cooper’s poop hit me hard. I don’t know why.
Me too.
Now this is the kind of news I would pay to hear. I love the every day news. This is the thing that life is made of and it’s wonderful. Also, I really really hope for you that this baby is born at the perfect time for both child and mom.
Pure and perfectly timed, thank you 🙏🏻
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Nicely done - an ode to things past, present and almost arriving (spring and "baby").
The last few paragraphs remind me of the book Wintering and how we need to appreciate the times of stillness. Beautiful!
This is beautiful! The way you weave together the literal and metaphorical meanings of phrases about having nothing left is really creative. And the ending? Wow. Congratulations on your upcoming arrival! It sounds like you're facing everything with humor and grace.
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Kelton, I find your writing, insights, and sentiments profound. Thank you for sharing them!
Absolutely beautiful.
“No news is good news”! I’m sitting here reading your piece in LAX and felt a “mild” earthquake (no quake will ever feel mild to me since I lived through Lome Prieta in ‘89). I want to be home in this quiet off season. Peacefulness makes a good story too. But OMG I can relate to the waterlogged grayed-out dog shit we find when the snow melts!
I have to keep reminding myself it's one more month til we see leaves up in this valley. A good practice in patience 😂