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You are my season that never changes. Beautifully stagnant intervals as I ache for your warm summertime flecked smile. The latent crimson streaks of auburn in your hair tumbling all over again and again with each memory of peek a boo strands brushed from your weary face. I let a single finger fall across that […]

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March 17th, 2017 by dogl2324

Mr. Neil Liam Kneeson Noonie, welcome to the family!

It’s January 19th and I have received one of the very best gifts this past holiday. I waited patiently all year, for several years actually. Many of you waited with me, watching the struggle in my daily life over the past several months, especially those who I work with at the Opera. The times co-workers […]

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January 19th, 2017 by dogl2324

Waiting for my real life to begin.

The metallic stench permeated my nostrils, chin tucked tightly in place, head pointed downward leading the way into the dark descent of my current situation. After months of anxiety and chaos, the grinding wheels have finally come to a screeching halt. What lies ahead is where this part of the journey will begin. I think […]

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November 1st, 2016 by dogl2324

Under Pressure.

Daybreak was just beginning to tiptoe across the glistening  dew topped ground as I knelt down away from the others, simply observing what was about to happen. Holding my breath I watched with anticipation as the tiny calf battled with all its might to burst into this world, angelic head finally poking out from inside […]

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July 19th, 2016 by dogl2324

Resurfacing Pt. 2 (the free fall)

You should know that I have tried many, many times over the past few days to write this particular blog post. Finding the  appropriate words to string together what exactly has happened over the last several months leading to the slow unraveling of me, my health and my life is no small task. Before I […]

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July 10th, 2016 by dogl2324

Detour.

I think when you lose a parent, especially when you are young it can create a tether to the remaining parent, it certainly has in my case. Maybe it’s because I made a promise to my father right before he passed that I would always take care of her, maybe it’s because my mom is […]

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June 25th, 2016 by dogl2324

Resurfacing. Part I

This is a birthday gift to myself. I am writing with no expectations, no filter and my only intention is to reach out and reconnect to this blog and to the people who read it. I have missed you during this hiatus, truth be told. I need this. I need you. We have much to […]

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June 7th, 2016 by dogl2324

deciduous revelations

I drink good coffee every morning Comes from a place that’s far away And when I’m done I feel like talking Without you here there is less to say Don’t want you thinking I’m unhappy What is closer to the truth If I lived till I was a hundred and two I just don’t think […]

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March 17th, 2016 by dogl2324

Cuts like a knife.

There is a morning routine that happens daily in my world these days.  I begrudging give up the warmth of my down comforter and the peacefully snoring schnauzer next to me, as I make my way down the harsh struggle of the staircase.  I let the dogs out, grind my coffee beans and invite them […]

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January 24th, 2016 by dogl2324

New Year’s Revelation.

Year after year I would make the overzealous commitment to start anew once January 2nd came along. Now January 1st was generally a party, dinner or brunch of some kind and I didn’t want to miss out before I began my deal with the devil to not eat anything unhealthy, go to the gym, walk […]

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January 1st, 2016 by dogl2324

Lydia

Imagine being dumped all alone, sick, and scared. No really, close your eyes and think about a time you were really sick, hurt, and didn’t know what to do. Then think about what it would feel like to be dumped,  left all alone on a dark, rural road. That is exactly what happened to our […]

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December 29th, 2015 by dogl2324

I shaved my legs for this?

Running late, frantically feeding the dogs, shoving things into my old black gym bag with the broken zipper, as I make sure there is something for my mom to have for lunch when she comes over to let the dogs out later in the day.  Trying desperately to remember what I told myself not to […]

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December 13th, 2015 by dogl2324

One.

The feverishly spinning ball makes its way down the well oiled lane, I  try with all my might as desperate flailing arms urge that one lone, stubborn pin to tip over. It rarely happened as a kid, and even less as an adult, but I have always loved bowling. I often went with my Dad […]

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November 13th, 2015 by dogl2324

I see you.

I sit here writing this post with game one of the World Series between the New York Mets and the Kansas City Royals turned on with the sound down, keeping an eye on the score. I am thinking about who my dad might have rooted for, I don’t really have to wonder about it too […]

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October 28th, 2015 by dogl2324

The Goodbye Girl.

I have never been very good at hiding my feelings. Even in my desperation to keep them undercover, they somehow manage to wiggle free, escaping onto the comfort of their perch loud and proud atop my worn and weathered sleeve. This post is about much more than a weigh in, it’s about choices, making memories […]

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October 13th, 2015 by dogl2324

Bring me down.

I met with a surgeon on Thursday to discuss my ongoing Achilles tendon trouble and sadly my pipe dream of a quick in, quick out, back on your feet in a few days surgery was blow right out of the water by news that the surgery is a little more involved. They will detach my […]

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September 28th, 2015 by dogl2324

Lieutenant Dan

One of my favorite things about Recycled Doggies (and there are many!)  is that they give hope to the hopeless, and so often they take in the dogs no one else can or will. This was certainly true with Tristan, make no mistake about it, Tristan would have been put down without Recycled Doggies. Last […]

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September 14th, 2015 by dogl2324

The kneed to look forward.

When I was a kid my Dad would play checkers with me. My eight year old brain would stare for what seemed like an eternity trying to figure out the perfect move to victoriously win the game.  Marty Brennaman would be announcing the Reds game while I sat on the olive shag carpet of the […]

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September 8th, 2015 by dogl2324

Next.

“The first place we lose the battle is in our own thinking. If you think it’s permanent then it’s permanent. If you think you’ve reached your limits then you have. If you think you’ll never get well then you won’t. You have to change your thinking. You need to see everything that’s holding you back, […]

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September 1st, 2015 by dogl2324

Sugar tongue.

This time of year always feels like a ping pong match in my life. Opera season comes roaring in like the howling of a freight train , and any sense of routine goes right out the window. Not enough time and way too much to squeeze into the frenzy of life which can feel pretty […]

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June 24th, 2015 by dogl2324