Learning to Wait: Walking the Dog as Contemplative Practice

Norval takes a rest. This is pretty much how our outings go. I move, Norval doesn’t. If he’s not sniffing, relieving himself, eating sticks, or barking at Gus the Goldendoodle, he’s most likely defying me. He knows he gets rewarded for “good walking,” so when he loses the mood, and he doesn’t see me reaching … Continue reading Learning to Wait: Walking the Dog as Contemplative Practice

Keeping Kin

“I’m Earl’s youngest.” I must have said it ten times as a reference point for people who looked familiar but forlorn as we came together to bury my aunt in Oxford, Mississippi. My father’s been dead for fifteen years, and my mother is out of touch now due to dementia, but these folks—blood kin and … Continue reading Keeping Kin