Tag Archives: Dogs

M’s DAY 2025

Posted on May 14, 2025 by PB Rippey

My husband told a joke at the dinner table and I spit out my salad from laughing and looked up trying to swallow and there was an amber stripe on the ceiling from a leak in the teen’s bathroom upstairs … Continue reading →

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Parades Make Me Cry

Posted on January 7, 2025 by PB Rippey

2025 Rose Parade was no exception. Seated front row on folding chairs plunked in the gutter near the corner of Allen and Colorado–the marching bands shook my internal organs, I forced myself not to ugly cry when horses passed, especially … Continue reading →

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Creating Update

Posted on August 2, 2024 by PB Rippey

Helloooo, August. I write 6-7 days/week, but it was extremely challenging to haul my butt into the office chair for most of July as I’ve been grieving for my girl Kaia. We adopted her at 10 weeks old, she developed … Continue reading →

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Summer Loss

Posted on July 8, 2024 by PB Rippey

Kaia was 6 weeks old when she was snatched from her mom/siblings and thrust upon a single-dude who had never had a pet before by a friend convinced single-dude needed a puppy to make his single-dude life better. Yeah. Don’t … Continue reading →

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Welcoming the Warg

Posted on October 5, 2022 by PB Rippey

So–recently we adopted my son when he was a baby, only in puppy form. My son is 14. It’s been a while since the cutest-of-babes escaped under tables and chairs with deadly pens/pencils (scooted to the floor by our cats) … Continue reading →

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Euphoria

Posted on April 21, 2021 by PB Rippey

Reading Lily King’s EUPHORIA and watching Ken Burn’s ‘Hemingway’ feels like my brain has been emptied into the large silver strainer I use for washing strawberries, jiggling organic matter beneath faucet spray, jiggling, jiggling some more. For me, the theme … Continue reading →

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Birthday Alarms

Posted on February 25, 2019 by PB Rippey

I was wide awake before Monday’s morning alarm chimed, plotting what errands I would accomplish, in what order– when my brain was hit with edits to my novel-in-progress. I threw back the covers and staggered for the dining room table, … Continue reading →

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Hunting

Posted on October 29, 2018 by PB Rippey

230am, the dog’s nose a wet Q-tip on my ear, his drunk-carny’s breath. I rise, stumble to the patio door, let him out. Waiting, I realize my right foot is wet. I panic:  blood? Cat vomit. I stumble to the … Continue reading →

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Home

Posted on December 29, 2017 by PB Rippey

Usually I’m the one taking our kid on a road trip and usually during the summer, but this week my husband took our kid on a road trip for 2 days to visit family up north and I was suddenly: … Continue reading →

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Coffee Kick & Go (Tremble Edition)

Posted on April 12, 2017 by PB Rippey

It may be poetry month in the USA, but here at PB Writes the author was up late revising her MG novel, prepping it for the agent requesting a read. This sweet, cool and sunny spring morning–after creating pancakes-secreted-with-carrot-puree for the boy, feeding … Continue reading →

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Louise Penny

Posted on October 3, 2016 by PB Rippey

Where has Louise Penny been all my life? I was completely not swept up, but vacuumed into A Great Reckoning and have since been binge reading the Chief Inspector Gamache novels–but I have to say, so far the other books … Continue reading →

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Remember the Bunnies

Posted on May 5, 2016 by PB Rippey

WRITER’S RETREAT! Oh, that’s long over now. ‘Tis a distant dream. T’was  2 1/4-ish days of nothing-but-revising, surrounded by foliage, sculpture/fountains and wild bunnies with super white tails. Sequestered in a simple room of my own with a nun’s bed, I … Continue reading →

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Sugar Cookies (‘Is Mars in Retrograde’ Edition)

Posted on September 19, 2015 by PB Rippey

My son and his dad have a game in which my son pumps his legs hard and gets one of the swings on our creaky set to as high as he can without giving me a heart attack, and my … Continue reading →

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Fire

Posted on August 4, 2015 by PB Rippey

We left our drought-socked stifling valley at 815am and by 2pm—Hwy 99 to orchard-heavy back roads with stop signs, to another “highway”, to back roads with stop signs and colonies of slender giants we realized were members of the Stanislaus … Continue reading →

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