by Julie Allyn Johnson but for this zealous, late-summer breeze, today’s warmth and humidity would likely unravel my otherwise optimistic, carefree nature. finished with yardwork, I sit quietly for a well-earned time out under the shaded eaves on the north side of our three-bedroom ranch. I watch as a groundskeeper traverses the fairway, apparently mindful Continue reading

ArcticPolar bear reclines on the ground beneath me,stretches out white and still on his long & lovely spine,in need of touch,in want of connection.Head tilted to the side, eyes closed,he reaches out his paw; perches it looselyon my upper arm, holds it there—holds it.And I rub his white fur,his jolly belly. My soothing ministrationsundo him Continue reading