Success

Close up of spring flowers.

First Mother’s Day After Losing Her to Alzheimer’s

I cried for the whole woman who now resides in the memories of the hundred or so people at her funeral. I cried a bit out of respect for her life, independent of mine, for her friends, passions, accomplishments, joys, and fears. I cried for muddy ground at her graveside and for my Dad, weak from life and caring, standing at attention as the Doxology cracked the mist and her casket was lowered to its place of rest.

A lineup of Weeble toy's

Weebles Wobble & Sometimes Life Sucks

Friday was anything but perfect. I got angry, cried a bit, and was frustrated up the wazoo, but in the end, I circled back to the idea that this was happening, or to be more specific, had happened. And all my whining would never change it.
Far better to weigh in on empathy, curiosity, creativity, and focused action (those Sage traits I’ve talked about). So, I leaned in that direction.

Close up image of a striped cat with green eyes.

Teaching a Cat to Bark…And Other Life Goals

Have you ever taught a cat to bark?

It’s a very involved process.

You will spend weeks, months, and years diligently repeating your instructions to the cat, “I need you to bark.” You may even demonstrate to your feline companion the exact sound you desire them to produce.

Morning, noon, and night you will drill the cat, using various intonations for more significant impact but always returning to the primary request, “Bark.”

This website uses cookies to ensure you get the best experience on our website.