Piezon (Paesano in Italian, means friend)
The years keep ticking by. As of tomorrow, it’ll be nine of them since he left this world.
Memories fade. I hate that.
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Memories Fade – A Tribute
Dogs
Two Hundred Words Tuesday
How is your 2018 going so far? I hope it’s superb and gets even better. I like that word “superb.” Don’t recall ever using it before.
Griping or Grateful?
Every year as January 1st draws near, I hear some people say, “I can’t wait to start the new year. Thank God this one is almost over.”
Can you Keep a Secret?
It happened when I was all by myself.
Well, I wasn’t completely alone. My dog, Max was with me. He’s the only one who knows the truth about his crazy fifty-something-year-old biped mom.
I’m Not as Nice as I Thought
I’ve been writing over the past few posts about how I’m not as nice as I believed. I learned this on our vacation in South Dakota. I have further proof.
Live for the Journey
Every year on this date, it’s a must for me to remember this lovable furry guy in the photo. Piezon changed my life and was my everything for eleven and a half years. He had such a palpable spirit and filled up the missing spaces in my life back then (he came to me in place of the children I couldn’t have). He brought along with him a lot of positive spiritual energy that manifested in so many forms. When he died, all that spirit energy seemed to go with him.
Winter, Home and Books
I’m waiting for the PROOF of my paperback novel, Whit’s End, to make sure it all looks good. I can’t wait to share it. For now, I’ll tell you a little about my winter experience from over the weekend.
