Why?

Why must you do this? I feel like I am watching you die, slowly, before my very eyes, but you won't even allow me to help you or to step in, or to intervene, or even to share what you're doing to me. I told you not to make me this person. Even though you're not drunk, falling off a boat hitting your head and drowning, you are doing the same thing. You're putting me in the same position. You are making me into that person I begged you never to turn me into. Part of me is really upset in that all I get to do is pray for you, it seems. And yet really, praying is the most powerful thing I can do to override you and save your life.

Dem Dogs

Babysitting the Grand-Dogs

I sit here on the warm porch.  The sky grows orange purple and red.  Voices below chatting softly, but oddly not in French.  The air smells like sweat and incense.  The Black Dog lays his head upon my knee, while the Wolf casts her eye about the neighborhood.  Imperiously.  Looking down.  For she is Queen.

You might think that Chris and Scout are merely galavanting around the sunnier climes, but as of 3 and a half hours ago they are officially married.  I am extremely happy for them!  Chris and Scout are perfect for each other!  I am proud of them for breaking with convention and instead of shelling out for the big fat American wedding - which we all know is a RACKET - they have opted instead to marry in Malta and go straight on their honeymoon in Italy.