Our cat Tubbles is pressed up against me. She lays on my arms as I type, her shoulders across my left arm, and one leg draped over my right. She is relaxed and commanding, like nobility idling on a chaise lounge. And she purrs. I can feel the rumble of her on my abdomen, where … Continue reading Purr

Driving practice

At 5:40 this morning, in the dark and drizzle, we pulled away from the curb with my 15 year old daughter at the wheel. I sat in the passenger seat and watched the wet road, saw coppery leaves in a pretty drift under the tree they’d fallen from, undisturbed yet by cars driving over them. … Continue reading Driving practice