Fergus can’t find Kristina. She hasn’t come home and he is positive it’s been days. Someone is coming in to check on him daily.

Fergus knows this isn’t right and knows that a persons best friend, their pet, is the best resource to finding a missing person.

Fergus zoom calls book club.

Benjamin in Nebraska pronounced Ben ha meen

Maryland

Gunther in Iowa

Chico in Maine

Millie in Bakersfield

Oakl...

Fergus is a Wheaton terrier, soft light brown, almost blonde fur, with curls surfacing around his collar, along the beds of his feet and under his belly. He is roughly 40 pounds, fit and strong. His brown eyes reveal his thoughts. Wide when concerned, downcast when sad, and lit up when happy. He has strong eyebrows that frame his eyes and give expression to his brown eyes and expression to his tho...

As gently as I can I place him back, a calm gesture without a calm bone in my body,

Calm left my body weeks ago,

Not on his birth but the 40 hours leading to his birth,

I strive to remember what calm feels like,

It’s non existent at this stage,

When there is calm, I crash,

Sleep when baby sleeps,

The crash and sleep aren’t moments of calm but moments of exhaustion and escape,

Calm is aloneness

Cal...

Fergus loved his mom more than anything. He loved her voice, her warm body next to his own on the couch, the way she greeted him each morning and most importantly he loved the moment she walked in the door after being gone for the day. His mom worked for the government and every morning after their daily walk, she poured his food into his dish, gave him a hug, said “I love you buddy, see you later...

I didn’t realize she was going to tell me something so personal!

Honestly what was she thinking? It was an ice breaker, you know those silly games that we start each zoom meeting with? “If you could be anywhere in the world where would you be? Do you prefer ice cream or cake? Who is your celebrity crush?” We start every meeting with these prompts and today was no different. It was my turn to lead ...

The sea before me is a tapestry of ice, moss, a mixture of the forest, the remnants of the large trunks of trees that hug the seascape. It’s a combination of the rocks that rumble below its floor, the reflection of the cloudless sky. The rocks that line the sea perimeter are slate like a chalkboard, and of a rainy Vancouver sky scape. Driftwood debris sway in and out of the waves, rolling forward ...

Getting lost in a book.

What is it like?

Love of characters to the point that you want to bring them home with you. You want to sit across the table with them, tea in hand, and ask them a million questions about their reality, the reality you imagine.

It’s a comfort. It feels like home to me. The story folds out like a movie in my mind and while I want to know th ending of the book I Dont want it ...

Amelia entered the cabin door and saw all of the bunk beds. The girls in the cabin spoke rapidly and excitedly, they hadn’t seen each other since last summer. She could hear laughter, squeals, and even low whispering. Her daze was broken when her friend Emily wrapped her in a huge hug, the force shifted her weight and she felt uneven. You are finally here, shrieked Emily, I missed you so much, hur...