Day 7 of Remembering The Possibility of Deer, After All I decided on a walk with Oscar after a healing session with my acupuncturist this morning. A blustery day, the wind whipping the fir trees from top to bottom, crown…

Day Six of Remembering The Marbles of Grief Grief is like a bowl of shiny marbles; my eye is always drawn to a different color and just when I settle on that one color, I’m pulled to another. Yet the…