Tag Archives: Viola

08/07/2015 – The Best Thing

The Best Thing a poem by Viola. Boxes arrive. Stuff unpacked. Excitement abounds. Really, who needs that stuff? If excitement is the point, wouldn’t it be cheaper to order an empty box and watch me nap? ~ ~ ~ ~ … Continue reading →

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07/24/2015 – Love

You know how much I talk about my mom, my human mom, not my mama mom, and all the kinds of fun we have all day long, and not that that’s boring or anything, but I just remembered I hardly … Continue reading →

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07/13/2015 – Monday Morning Sleepyhead

We have a confession to make: With all the weekend house cleaning and yard work, clearly, we exhaust Viola to the point she can’t stay awake come Monday. Must be all that dusting and vacuuming we make her do…

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