Goodbye, Tuki, and thank you for 15 amazing years.

I’m writing this with a view. Tuki is lying with her head on my outstretched leg. In two hours, she will be gone and I will be bereft. I’ve never had to put a dog down before. In between writing, I put my hand on her head and stroke the space from just above her … Continue reading Goodbye, Tuki, and thank you for 15 amazing years.

Old mothers, bad daughters, & therapeutic books

I have an old mother and an old dog. My dog lives with me. My mother lives in a nursing home four miles away, and I am her Primary Person. In the abstract, being Mom’s main person is a huge honor and I know full well how lucky I am to still have her. In reality, I’ve … Continue reading Old mothers, bad daughters, & therapeutic books