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In His Memory
A few weeks ago, when our dog boy, Munchkin, passed, I posted a farewell letter here which has likely raised some eyebrows. Not because it was inappropriate or had questionable content, but because it seemed too emotional to be true. I even received a comment from a well-meaning dear friend of mine who, certainly with…
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تو نیستی که ببینی
تو نیستی که ببینیچگونه عطر تو در عمق لحظهها جاری استچگونه عکس تو در برق شیشهها پیداستچگونه جای تو در جان زندگی سبز است هنوز پنجره باز استتو از بلندی ایوان به باغ مینگریدرختها و چمنها و شمعدانیهابه آن ترنم شیرین به آن تبسم مهربه آن نگاه پر از آفتاب می نگرند تمام گنجشکانکه در نبودن تومرا به باد…
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Farewell Munchkin
Munchy, my boy, my best buddy! Saying goodbye to you has been the most painful experience of my life, and I doubt I will ever come across anything more difficult. Munchy, you have no idea how much I love you! You are my boy, and you are my best buddy! How can I let go…
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Dreading Tomorrows
Many years ago, when I was dealing with major depression and severe anxiety at its peak, I would go to bed at nights hoping, and praying (yes, praying!), that I would not wake up the next morning. But I would wake up the next morning, disappointed and fearful, of having to confront another day. I…
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Munchkin
This is a personal note. It’s not about US politics or the Supreme Court rulings, or my musings about the philosophy of life and existence, or fairness and justice. It’s about a small dog. And it’s my plea, to any superior intelligence or higher power that might be out there, call it a god, or…