Flaming Hot Dogs

You've probably heard that hot dogs aren't good for you, and I'm going to tell you a story about how hot dogs nearly destroyed me. One summer day, when my kids were about seven and 5-years-old, we went to Costco, and when we arrived home, the kids played upstairs. I unpacked our groceries, cleaned the... Continue Reading →

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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