Ella is obviously a chip off the ol’ Petey block: they both have big hearts for kids and puppies.
Category: Real Love
A Well-Loved Dog
We’ve both wondered about The Person who first had Ella. Were they kind? Did they love her?
The Treasure of an Ordinary Day
For Dawn, with love There will be moments in this life that threaten to sink us. Dark and terrifying moments that seem to go on and on for days, for years. For too long no matter how long they last. That darkness can come from simple words, all placed together and ordered in certain ways that…
Home Sweet Wyoming
Anyone who has ever driven through Yellowstone, or seen images of the Grand Tetons should know straight off that the rest of the state looks nothing like that mountainous, grand northwest corner. The majority of Wyoming has more in common with Arizona or New Mexico than it does with Colorado or Alaska. Once at the…
At This Time of Year, Be of Good Cheer
I have no great love of Christmas. There haven’t been many filled with excitement and magic. And it’s not that I’ve lost my child’s heart and grown old and cynical. It’s just that this time of year, and what it means to me, has changed.
The Beauty of a Chance Encounter
Experiences leave us marked in visible and invisible ways. They stick with us whether we want them to or not. They make us fall headlong into people that leave us gasping and surprised at the wonder of it all.
When the Arrow Hits Its Mark
The first time he saw her, it was love at first sight. He was in a bar and it was the forties, in Butte, Montana, and women unescorted by men in bars were rare. Which is why the woman’s uncle, when he saw her there with her sister, got up and chased the pair of…
Carpe Diem in the Eternal City
In Rome, everything that has ever been done has been done there. Whatever will happen has already happened there. Roman air is thick with history and the millions of spoken words that have ever been spoken. I’m sure that Bob was not the first to stop and climb atop the fallen marble in the Forum…
A True Fairytale of Sorts
I used to work at a call center and it was about as bad as you can think it would be. Repetitive. Florescent. Uninspiring. You say the same thing to every caller. You take their order. You bid them goodbye. Then you do it again. But it’s a good job for students and moms who…
Young Love Narrowed Down to One
Through the months, lots of girls came and went. Usually in packs. Their voices carried across the balcony, across the air. Always with laughter and lightness. Until there was just one girl’s voice that carried across the way.
Kristel Gibson 