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Writer and Dog at the End of Day: a Confession

Writer and Dog at the End of Day: a Confession

He’s a projecting, guitar playing, good housekeeping kind of guy. I wouldn’t call myself a slob, there’s just always something better to do other than clean. I’m a good paper towel cleaner upper. I can wipe up the kitchen floor with a single section. He’s also my...
One Very Special Relationship

One Very Special Relationship

My parents would have been married 73 years today. I can’t help but think about those 61 years of their lives together, raising children, building lives on a strong Foundation known as the Rock. What would Mom say about it all? “Not Perfect,” which I always found...
On Writing and Lilacs and Peonies, Oh My!

On Writing and Lilacs and Peonies, Oh My!

As I walked out the front door this morning, I could hardly believe the air. I turned to take a whiff of a peony as Fannie yanked my arm forward, but I caught the scent. “I love it,” my neighbor said from the other side of the street as we descended our front steps....
One for the Road: Meltdown from Nowhere

One for the Road: Meltdown from Nowhere

It happened so fast. It came from nowhere. It was so unexpected, and so very unlike me… We’d arrived at the hotel after Todd drove ten hours to Lafayette, Indiana to discover the restaurant was closed. So we went out and found a Chipotle and Fresh Thyme to buy a few...
Road Trip Banter

Road Trip Banter

“Arby’s or Taco Bell?” Todd asks. “You can’t lose with Mexican.” Neither, I think. “We just passed a MacDonald’s,” I say thinking I can get a salad. “I don’t want roast beef.” “Arby’s has more than roast beef. Don’t you remember? We stopped after looking at a car for...

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