Cinnamon Toast

When I was a young girl, maybe seven years old, my family lived in Cogan Station, Pennsylvania. It was a hilly region with a little “crick” running through the front yard near the road. We didn’t have much in the way of material belongings, but we did have abundance. Late summer brought a harvest of... Continue Reading →

Katrin’s Last Ride

I awoke before my alarm on a Thursday morning in September. The room was dark. The fan was on. The window was open. Katrin, my 11-and-a-half-year-old Caucasian Mountain Dog, was lying on her side, with her back against my closet door, beneath the open window. She seemed to be at peace while she slept. She’d... Continue Reading →

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