Dogs, Death, and Being Alive

Dogs, Death, and Being Alive Day three and lo and behold, I awake happy, fresh. Make bed, drink water, meditate and mantra, yoga. The routine completed, I head down to feed the dogs.   Old three-legged Camilla had decided to pee and poop—again—in the house.   But this...

First Days of Housesitting as a Writer

First Days of Housesitting as a Writer I stayed with Claudio for four days before he departed. It was too many days. He suggested I come early to get the lay of the land, but I soon realized that it was mainly because he was lonely. Which would have been fine if he...

Housesitting in Italy: First Nights Alone

Housesitting in Italy: First Nights Alone I am not proud to say that on this first day of seeing no fellow human, I greet the night with a certain fear rising in my blood. Alone, there will be no friend or parent calling or stopping by. No neighbor to hear a scuffle...