Poem: 🐾 Threshold

She stands at the door
like it owes her something.
One paw in,
one paw out,
tail flicking like a metronome
for a song she won’t commit to.

I open it.
She blinks.
Sniffs the air like it’s a question.
Steps forward—
then back.
Then forward again.

It’s not the outside she wants.
It’s the choice.
The ache of maybe.
The thrill of almost.

I leave the door ajar.
She leaves me waiting.
Gotta love that darn cat. 🐈

Through the Doorway: Remembering A Father’s Battle Amid Potential Conflict

I read an article today about a woman reflecting on her father’s PTSD. Her family had the same rule as mine—if you needed to wake Dad, you did so from the doorway to prevent the risk of an accidental reaction triggered by a flashback. I wonder how many children of military veterans have lived with this unspoken understanding, shaped by their parents’ trauma.

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Happy Father’s Day

Happy Father’s Day to the dads who wrangle tiny humans and the ones who negotiate with stubborn four-legged companions! Whether you’re dodging toys or fetching sticks, today is all about celebrating the love (and patience) you bring to the job. Hope your day is filled with laughter, appreciation, and maybe a well-deserved nap! And for those who don’t celebrate, I hope today brings whatever peace and meaning feels right for you.