My dogs

by | | Canines, Terry Tales

Stephen and Eddie and my showsStephenTwo dudes in my truckThe four of us on a desert hikeEddie and Jim spoonWaiting…Jim in the airEddie’s noseCute JimMy dog arm. I still need my Eddie tat.

The Back Stairs

by | | Kenwood, Terry Tales

If I close the door at the bottom of the steep service stairs that lead from the bedrooms to the kitchen, it blocks out the distant light from the Gaffers and Sattler stove, making the stairwell itself a pitch-black downward tunnel. The last thing I do before I corral...

A View from 25H

by | | NYC, Terry Tales

I looked at eight apartments on my househunting trip to NYC when I was about to relocate there in the earliest part of 2015. Liberty View was the last one I saw and the moment I walked into the corner unit and realized the entire city would be in my view, I locked it...

Eddie, Our Worrier

by | | Canines, Terry Tales

When I landed In NYC mid-afternoon yesterday, I listened to the dire voicemail from the vet, so when the car dropped me off at the vet, I was on the people-mover forcing me toward something bad, real bad. The vet’s receptionist, instant sad eyes when I told her who I...

Circus Geek

by | | Terry Tales

It was pure comedy gold when my face kissed the sidewalk on Chambers St in front of an audience the size of an equity waiver house. How did you simply fall face first, you might ask? I’d say none of your business. But through that week, the minor nose and lip...

Goodbye, Stephen

by | | Canines, Terry Tales

I’m not sure Stephen and I even liked each other very much when we first met. My great friend Robyn Zeiger, who’s a brilliant therapist and specializes in pet loss, told me that it’s best not to get the same breed, gender, or color as my Bob Slobbers, the...