On envy as a generative companion

featuring a crazy dog, mac and cheese, and cartoon pregnancy bumps

This morning, I chased Macaroni around the yard barefoot in my robe while she tried to go after a moose that had wandered over the ridge. I ran after her, yelling her name and ringing a bell, to no avail. Somehow in the midst of the chaos, I noticed the loamy smell of spring and the light on the mountains, all while watching the poor moose trot off past…