I smiled warmly when I took this photo of Thomas Friday morning. I was about to snap a picture when he heard a sound he didn’t recognize. He froze and looked worried for a couple of long seconds until he was sure there was no danger.
I was amused because I knew there was no danger. I didn’t know exactly what the tiny sound had been, but there was nothing scary about it to me. When I posted the photo on social media, I made a joke about him being a scaredy cat — but not wanting to admit it.
These little creatures are so much less sophisticated than we are, I thought.
A few minutes ago — around 1:30 a.m. Saturday — Lucy and I were out taking a late-night walk around the neighborhood. It’s rare when we encounter anybody else who’s out this late, so it’s a great time to walk. And the 60-degree weather tonight was delightful.
We’re neither friends nor enemies, just strangers who share the past
Society needs storytellers to help make sense of a changing world
My bad teen poetry suggests I’ve always hungered for missing love
My dreams have become nightmares lately — and I don’t know why.
‘This path leads to somewhere I think I can finally say, I’m home’
When love finally dies, it’s like a fever breaks and the pain is gone
Why do we stay in prison when there’s no lock holding us there?
What if other people see you or hear you differently than you do?
I’m trying to silence inner critic who says I ought to be perfect