the edges of myself

words, words, words

My 16 year old cat died this past Saturday night.  She was declining– and clearly ready to depart. I knew Thursday when she stopped eating and spent all day in the backyard under a tree that she was clear in her decision to go. I told both of my kids when they arrived home from school that …

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I just attended the funeral service for a 21 year old boy.  He was the son of a client, and also an occasional client himself.  He died a week ago in a tragic diving accident.  He was an athlete, a tennis player,  and an incredibly bright light.  He shone more brightly in his 21 years …

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