I’ve taken lately to watching videos of my sweet puggle, Daisy Mae, as a way of coping with her death. We live in this world now where we record or take a snapshot of nearly every moment of our loved ones. In Daisy’s passing, I’m glad for it. It brings back memories I’d nearly forgotten. […]
Author: p.w.eubanks
I came from New Jersey.
But ended up in Tennessee.
I left for Indiana.
And ran off to the Scottish highlands for a wee bit.
Before I went back to Tennessee.
From there on to Israel.
And eventually Morocco.
Followed by a little stint in Tennessee again.
And Missouri.
Until I finally came to New York City.
By way of Shelter Island ferry.
And now at best I think I'm
Where I belong.
With my feet on the ground.
Planted and ready for whatever's next.
On Grieving My Sweet Puggle, Daisy Mae
I haven’t yet found the energy or wherewithal to throw out her toys. Or doggy bed. There’s a bag of food still in the fridge and I’ve been avoiding opening the door so I don’t have to look at it. This morning as I stood at the top of the stairs, the sun was beaming […]
Ode to Daisy Mae
I always loved how, whenever a dog would meet Daisy Mae – our fifty-two pound puggle – they were always a little beside themselves. Even the little, ugly muts that bark at everything and won’t shut up somehow managed to stop in their tracks and look at her like, “What am I supposed to do […]
Reflections on Holy Week
Someone told me today this is “Holy Week,” that Easter is this Sunday, and it caught me off-guard. There was a time very recently when, not only would that have been incredibly pertinent to my life, but my work would have revolved around the whole week in some way or another. Nowadays, it couldn’t be […]
An Open Letter to Buzz Aldrin, or at least to myself
Recently, I had a friend pass along the personal email address of Buzz Aldrin, the second man to walk on the moon. It being the 50th anniversary of the moon landing in July, I’ve been reading up on Buzz – who seems like a completely, lovable curmudgeon. So, naturally, I did the annoying thing and […]
Reflections on a Holiday
When I was a kid, our family vacations were almost always to the Florida panhandle. That seemed to be pretty common among West Tennessee families, since it was just a one-day drive to the beach. One summer, though, we went north – the only vacation we ever took that wasn’t to Florida. It was the […]
Story Collecting from New Orleans to Denver and Beyond
I’ve been out in Denver for work. Before that I was in New Orleans. I work in fundraising, and my job mostly consists of meeting people and hearing their stories. I don’t think it was ever intentional, but these last several years collecting and cherishing the most heartfelt human stories from the people I’ve met […]
Jordan River
be still, my heart: quiet now as the creek is running over rocks roughshod, eroding that cacophony of a world gone mad with choices soiled – and mine, that beating old bag of muscle stuck in its cavity and aching arteries flowing like the creek, cries out for my own sins, for ours, for the […]
The Smells and Changes of Hurricane Ridge
I don’t think it’s commonplace for us to regard nature as an olfactory experience. We tend to spend a lot of time out in the world viewing things, and maybe it’s just that I’m from a part of the country where freshly mowed grass is the closest you come to any sort of overwhelming smells […]
Between the Canopy and the Dirt
Work brought me to Oregon. Its beautiful scenery kept me there a little longer. I’m fortunate enough to have an old friend who runs a summer camp out on the edge of the Oregon coast, and it’s always nice to know someone from an area you’re visiting because they’ll know all the best go-tos. In […]
