“I feel things deeply. I just don’t rush about it.”
✦ Selected Works ✦
The archive — essays and observations, long thoughts and short ones. Some arrived slowly, turned over for days before landing. Others were finished before looking up. Both are correct. All of it belongs to the Pawscar Wilde series.

The patch of morning light has moved. Not by much — maybe the width of my paw — but it arrives earlier now and stays — read more

The aftermath settles over the house like dust after a storm. Empty bottles stand sentinel on the counter, their green — read more

There are days when the world insists on celebration and I find myself weighing the merits of participation. — read more

The humans have been discussing something called Saint Patrick's Day, though I have yet to meet this Patrick fellow — read more

The beginning is always a doggy door. Not the literal one — though mine has served me well, swinging both ways between — read more