|the park next door|
|Stella: rescued, loved, missed|
|when there were just two..|
|health costs: the most expensive dog we will ever love|
Please don't misunderstand. My life is not as lovely as the people and animals and space around me. I complain as much as I appreciate.
Where (how) I live is beautiful and peaceful and full. One day I will not live here anymore. Then I hope I will look back on this farmland and college town with abundance. And if I'm smart enough by then, I will know that my ability to be happy comes not from these gifts that surround me, but from within me.
I am every age I've ever been and every place I've ever been.